A VERY SHORT STORY
After Reading All Her Books
I wrote to Florinda Donner, and she was kind enough
to write back.
Source: Hazleton, PA
A SHORT STORY
I woke up cold. I was not cold enough to do anything about it, but it was
unpleasant. There was quite a breeze blowing across my legs. With my eyes
shut, I followed the long path the air was taking. I remembered I had left
the air conditioner on again.
I was awake, but I couldn't move. It was not an unusual occurrence. I had
learned from painful experience that trying to move in this condition was
futile and unpleasant. I decided to go back to sleep.
The breeze increased. Now it was blowing from my feet to my head. The wind
started to howl as it sped past my ears. I realized that the air conditioner
wasn't powerful enough to cause 40 mile an hour winds in my bedroom! The
back wall of my room had disappeared. The wind was so furious that I began
to feel a presence in it. Something dark and ancient was coming into the
room, something not quite evil, but so fierce it didn't make any difference.
I decide to try to get up. I didn't want to meet up with anything like that.
My leg slid a bit on the bed. The ease of the movement surprised me. I'd
expected a horrible, tingling, electrified pain. That gave me the courage
to try to move my arm, but I couldn't connect my volition with it. The punishment
followed quickly. Agony echoed between my feelings and my body. It wasn't
pain, it was much worse.
I struggled to raise my shoulder a few inches. The wind increased in fury.
My skin began to crawl; something was here.
Don't panic, I knew that was the key. I realized I was hungry, was In-N-Out
burger still open? When had I gone to bed? Dazed, I blacked out and found
myself staggering down the hall. I turned off the air conditioner. In-N-Out
burger was still open.
Source: Corona, CA
Nagualist Newsletter and Open Forum /
2 Aug. /Sept. 1994