"Shit- let me look at that....can you scoot over?" The apparition ignored my request.
As my eyes adjusted, I knew I was dreaming. Or dying. This had to be a pre-death hallucination.
"Man- if you got a phone you might wanna call an ambulance...cause...
“Fuck- can you get that light out of my face, dude?”
My initial thrill at having actually been discovered by another human being turned to small annoyance when my hero now attempted to blind me.
“What? Oh, sorry…Shit, you’re bleeding…What the fuck? Are you okay? What the hell happened? What…How did you get here. My God…”
Man, I must have hit my head harder than I thought. Or maybe I was still passed out. Because the voice coming through from behind the lance of light belonged to none other than my charming ex-husband. Number two. Which was impossible. But what the hell would he do here? He had flown the coup. Or so I had been informed. Plus, Michael doesn’t drive himself…and Michael doesn’t curse. Well, okay, the last one was not true all the time…but shit. We were neither fucking nor fighting, so cursing was unlikely.
“I ran off the road after I tried to not hit a deer. Never know on Christmas. Man- please lower that light, my head…”
“Shit- let me look at that….can you scoot over?” The apparition ignored my request.
As my eyes adjusted, I knew I was dreaming. Or dying. This had to be a pre-death hallucination.
“Man- if you got a phone you might wanna call an ambulance…cause I keep thinking you are my ex. So I know something’s seriously wrong. ”
“Yeah. Me being here is indeed wrong. And your head’s been impaired long before now. But let me see what damage you done this time. Scoot. If you can. Please.”
Michael? No. It was absolutely impossible. He could not be here. But who else could make pushy demands while staying perfectly polite?
The man with Michael’s hat, Michael’s voice, and Michael’s shape tried to climb into the car, and I actually managed to follow his instruction and moved into the other seat. The effort caused me to see everything with an odd echo and my stomach flipped.
I sank back and closed my eyes against the thundering of cresting waves in my head. This could simply not be! What were the chances? No, I was just imagining things. Any minute now I’d wake up. This could not be him… In the middle of Fucking Nowhere, Ireland. Or Fucking O’Nowhere.
Cool fingers touched my forehead with a most familiar touch. The one I felt in my dream. My eyes flew open and I grabbed his wrist.
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