beads

I opened my eyes to darkness. I floated, fully unburdened by gravity. I yelled; no sound left my maw. Then the light of her phone chased away the void, illuminating the edge of her chin, the tip of her nose.

She drew a jackknife from her pocket and cut the string of her bracelet, the beads hanging in place like breadcrumbs in molasses. They began to spin and expand.

"Where are we?"

She took my hand.

"Nowhere just yet, but it will be somewhere soon."


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