Eddie walked.
At some point, he lost track of where he was headed. The sun was beginning to dim into evening warmth, so the ground wasn't so hot. If anything, his first cause for concern was the loose gravel beneath his bare feet every step he took.
Eddie welcomed the pain and the physicality of it. He could point at the ground and know with complete certainty; the stones were what was causing him immediate pain. The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to feel it.
He ran, sticking to the side of the road.
He ran till the pain registered less and less as it became more and more about how fast he could go. It was daytime and if he was inclined to think about it, Eddie might worry that people would think his father's death had finally made him run mad.
When he got to the T-junction, he ran right into the road, a few seconds too early, as a truck rammed and flung him into the air.
===
Eddie inhaled and sat up in a crowd of concerned faces.
"Are you okay?" they asked. "We thought you were dead," they said.
"What?" he asked as the memory of being hit and flung off the road came crashing back to him.
"We thought you were dead."
As he struggled to his feet, accepting the hands that offered to help him up, Eddie flinched in pain. Because this didn't make any sense. For all intents and purposes, Eddie should have been dead.
YOU ARE READING
Manifest
FantasyIt's not everyday an atheist encounters a pegan god. -------- Eddie pushes his family away and locks himself in his father's village home in Antaikot, after his father dies. One night, a man comes to Eddie speaking of religion and faith; two things...
