Soaking: A Short Story

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Soaking....pound, pound, pound .... the soft hoot, hooting from the grand old owl in the tree to my left...and the POUND POUND POUNDING from my throbbing head . This became an audible surreal symbol of the back and forth battle taking place in my body. I squeezed my legs tightly as the pain and pressure increased. My only ally was the breeze. The wonderful cool breeze wrapped it's fingers around my body briefly reducing the heat I felt within, then quickly slipped away. With the extreme pressure in my head came uncontrollable tears. Tears that flooded my eyes, blurring my vision. The constant coming and going of the breeze left me in a desperate search for any other form of relief. Anything! But I just couldn't think of a thing. Pound, pound …show more content…

Their brilliance shown against a large, black velvet fabric. They almost seemed to float. My hand reached out to grasp one of these precious gems. But I could not reach it. It seemed to drift away or elude me. As I wiped some tears from my eyes my vision cleared and I discovered that my glorious gems were actually something much more precious. They were not gems at all. My diamonds were thousands of tiny stars set against the deep black night. Sparkling tiny stars everywhere. It was moments like these, that were the most ironical. For mixed with my severe agony and pain I was also truly blessed. Blessed to witness such a sight. To sit here in the countryside where the stars truly sparkled like diamonds and the sky was as black as Velvet. An anxious sort of tension suddenly started building from within. My right hand began to open and close in a repetitive motion, gaining speed rapidly. Oh no! Not now! Quickly I lay on the cement flooring outside. But just as I lay my head down they started. My body tensed. My chest arched upward, my legs and arms started slapping the cement repeatedly. My head tilted backward and hit, hit, hit. I felt the salty taste of blood in my mouth... (I've bitten myself). All this happening without my loosing consciousness. The more I desperately tried to stop it, the more severe it got. Harder and harder. Hitting, slapping, kicking, banging. My body becoming so hard, so very, very tense!! A

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