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At first she didnt realise where she was. Her eyes were open and she was staring into the deepest blue of the night sky, scantily clad with twinkling stars. She didnt feel cold or wet, though it was drizzling mistily down towards her face. She seemed surprised by this, though only merely in passing. Instead she felt calm, incredible calm and peaceful, watching the light rain scattering lazily down towards her.
She lay like that for a while, mesmerised, a dreamlike state, not sure if she should move, yet feeling compelled to see more. Slowly she turned her head towards the voices, shouting, getting louder now, more urgent. She smiled. A warm genuine, 'I am so pleased to see you' kind of smile.
She watched the two men as they ran towards a car, her car, she thought, the lights still shining yet somehow it didnt look right.Oh! what was the matter with it? She racked her brains, knowing something was different yet not quite able to grasp the problem. It was too hard, she couldnt concentrate. Think of something else and it will just pop into your head, like the time she couldnt remember that actress, you know her, from that film, oh what did they call it. Her brain tried desperately to focus on the movie, the star or even the plot, but it wouldnt or couldnt come to her. Sighing deeply it drifted from her mind and her eyes fell back to the two men at her car. Were they supposed to be riving the door open like that? Mind the paintwork, she wanted to yell but no sound came from her. Had she thought it or shouted it? Either way they took no notice of her so she continued to watch, fascinated.
They were talking but she didnt understand them. Maybe they were foreigners or maybe she was. Interesting concept! They were pulling at the door handle, trying desperately to get in. There were wisps of steam coming from the exhaust, oh, the engine must still be running. Were they trying to steal it? Maybe but she couldnt be bothered to shout again so instead she watched silently. Suddenley the door gave way and one of them fell backwards with the force. The other leaned inside and was pulling at something, something heavy.
With a huge effort that showed in the rippling of his muscles and the panting of his breath he managed to move his load. But it wasnt a bag or a box, it was a woman, limp and unconcious. Funny, I have shoes like those she thought her mind drifting as the two men were hauling the woman out of the car.
The lights are at a funny angle, one higher than the other, thats why it looks so odd.See, she knew she would remember if she didnt think about it. The wheels on one side were in a ditch, silly woman driver, bet the guys were having a right laugh at how she had parked that.
They were carrying her to the side of the road, closer to her now, could they not see her? The taller one was reaching into his pocket,Ah the phone. Who was he calling at this time of night? Running his fingers through his hair, exasperation on his face, he anxiously looks up and down the road, till finally his eyes settled on the woman. His free hand moves wildly, gesticulating into the chill night air. Gesticulating, good word, have to remember that one. She focuses back on the tall man who appears to have finished his conversation and was now bending over the woman. loosening her blouse. Shame on you young man, cant you see she is alseep. No, wait, he is putting his hands together and pumping her chest. The other one, smaller and darker with cropped hair is kissing, not, not kissing, breathing for her. Good man, thats right, one two three breathe. Must be a first aider or seen it on tv, on casualty maybe. Still nice boys to help that woman, not many would, not these days. She briefly wondered why she felt no sympathy for the woman but it quickly passed. She felt numb, not cold just no sensations at all, nothing. She couldnt feel the damp grass beneath her nor the gentle breeze that rustled the nearby trees. She could hear the leaves though, each with its own story to tell competing with its neighbour to be the loudest. Her gaze rested on the moon, bright and smiling, slipping out behind the clouds just a faint glimmer of light. Why was she here? She was confused yet like a moth to a flame her eyes were drawn again to the drama unfolding beside her. Who was that woman? Was she going to live? What was she doing out here all alone?
A tugging, compelling force began pulling at her. Could she resist it? Did she want to? Maybe not, it pulled at every cell in her body. Then a lightness, floating feeling of drifting like a feather, nice!
Pain, searing whooshing pain, hot and heavy on her chest. She coughed, tried to howl with the pain but merely spluttered gasping for breath. Her body ached, cold and throbbing all over, where was the peace she had felt a moment before? She wanted to go back, back to the serenity, but she didnt know how.
Her eyes were shut and gingerly opening them she stared right into his eyes, deep blue like the sky, like the man helping the woman. Turning her head she saw the woman was gone, and she understood, She was that woman, mystery solved.


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