The
first discernable thought that illuminated the man’s consciousness was where am I? Then came an even more
disquieting consideration.
Who am I?
He sat up, pushing with effort
against the brown-black ground that supported his weighted body. He dimly noted the running shoes, khaki cargo
pants, and navy blue tee-shirt he wore.
Long, tanned arms, the hair on which was bleached golden, seemed oddly apart
from him.
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