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In the beginning, I had no concept of what was.
Only later did I comprehend.
My first sensation was wet, warm, coppery - salty.
As I emerged from a mist, my vision focused.
A shadow moved to the left and disappeared.
In front of me a - counter, upon which are a variety of implements surrounded by the rich red substance that coats much of my vision.
Beyond is a tiled area.
My thoughts began to expand, some foreign - others my own?
The substance - blood, is feeding my understanding, mixing bleary memories into my consciousness.
Was there a loud noise?
Where does it come from?
To my left, yes, to my left, beyond the - door.
Yelling, yelling, pounding.
The door swings open.
A short woman in a uniform enters and looks at the floor.
She raises her hands to her face, screams and runs away.
Copyright 2013, Robert C. Frink