Someone tore the
straps off of my wrists and ankles, and lifted me off the cot as an oppressive
wall of heat closed in around us. The
smoke was so thick I thought for certain I would suffocate. And then I was lying on the grass and coughing
in the cool night air. Next to me I
heard violent hacking that wasn’t my own; I looked over and there was Rick, on
his hands and knees. When he saw me
watching him he crawled over and held a sooty hand against my face. Behind him I could see the barn consumed by
flames. “You’re all right,” he assured
me, in between bone-rattling coughs.
“You’re safe now. Everything is
going to be okay.
*From The Abduction Myth, available to purchase here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01KI6XNJU
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