The sun crested over the green capped hills of the clearing. The tree’s blocked out what was beyond, but Jonas sat contemplating life ignoring it all.
He had come out here the week before to search for some sort of meaning to his existence. He’d hoped the clear air of this nature preserve would allow some insight. But as the days dragged on, all he could think about was her.
She had come into his life unwanted, and he had opened his heart up once more. He wouldn’t have thought it possible after his wife had left him to find someone again, but there she was. Her gentle nature had led to this, and now he was stuck feeling sorry for himself again.
One moment they had been happy together, the next she was stolen away, her life taken by some careless drunk. He had been driving, and when a car slammed into them, on her side, she had been crushed and left bloody. Thankfully he had been unconscious when they pulled the two of them out of the wreck.
Waking up in the hospital some time later, they told him days, his right arm had been amputated. When he asked about her, they refused to answer, other than to say that he’d be alright.
Cursed to live a life without the use of his right arm, he didn’t know what he could do any more. He wasn’t sure the warehouse would take him back. He couldn’t lift anything like he used to, but the doctors assured him with the new prosthetics he’d be able to live a full life.
When he found out about her death, he had been ready to leave the hospital. They hadn’t wanted to tell him as it might hinder his healing, and with dread filling his thoughts about a life without her, he simply walked away.
Now alone in the woods, sitting on the earth outside the tent that he had somehow been able to erect with the aid of his prosthetic, he waited for a sign. Some hint that he should go on.
His food was running low, even though he usually forgot to eat, or simply hadn’t cared to. He would have to go back soon if he wanted to live, but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to.
Suddenly he heard a noise. It was quiet, but persistent. Like the buzzing of some insect in his ear, and he turned about scanning the area for the source. Finding nothing near him, he glanced upward, and a dark shape glinted behind the clouds high in the sky.
“What is that?” he cried out.
Rapidly the object appeared to grow larger and larger, and was obviously descending towards him. As it grew closer he still could make no sense of what he was seeing. It was black and circular, and the hum was growing louder as it approached.
Jumping to his feet, he did the only thing he could think of, and ran into the woods. Hoping the trees would hide him from whatever the object was, he ran wildly between them.
— To Be Continued?
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