LOST SHEEP

Black. It was all black. The darkness swirled around his unseeing eyes. It enveloped him so that the world was nothing but this unending void of obscurity. The darkness was so thick. He blinked. Squinted. Nothing. It was all black. The field. All of it.

He whirled, groping frantically in the blackness that refused to give way. He twirled. Around and around; looking for some kind of balance in a world that had gone topsy-turvy. Or was he the one spinning? He didn’t know anymore. He narrowly missed a jagged cliff and caught his balance. Phew!

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