The dry air crackles. His voice rubs away like sandpaper. White light begins to pour into the room as if to rescue me, but I’m a goner already.
His beady eyes hold no shine as words blow through his mouth and hit me squarely. I start to feel small, smaller and alone –even though everyone is there; they all hear him.
I smell the burn as bile builds slowly in my mouth. I swallow. I seethe. I see the challenge hanging there.
And I let it drop to the floor.
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