The bestial roar of a crowd.



Muscles twitching from the caffeine of coffee that hangs on their hot fetid breath, staving off sleep in the name of a good deal, they run. A seething mass of people engulfs me, thrashing me about like a dinghy in a squall. As I reach for the last free trinket on the shelf, an elbow connects with my forehead. My glasses shatter, fragmenting the quickly fading world. Fuzzy figures bustle about me, snatching the last cheap DVD player from my hands as I lose consciousness, the blackness enveloping me, I fall.



The horror. The horror.
Jared | Homepage | 11.28.03 - 6:33 pm | #