SEVENTY-FOUR
Beach – Ambulance – Sand – Shots – Surf – Road – Nathan – Numb
So cold. So tired.
He made me drink something, full of sugar and bubbles. He asked me irrelevant questions, but he wouldn't even tell me his name.
Shouts and lots of people on the beach. After so much darkness, their bright torches were more than my eyes could handle. Blindly, I clung to him.
Don't leave me, blind, alone and helpless with strangers. I've had more of that than I can take. My eyes filled with tears, the torch beams shimmering and fracturing through them, but I fought to stop them from falling.
I could feel him standing up, lifting me in his arms. I couldn't let go of him. He was the rock holding me steady in this universe of whirling, erratic stars.
I could feel his footsteps on the beach sand
