It’s high noon. The sun is blazing down on me and I feel its warmth slowly bringing me to life. I wake up slowly in a field surrounded by tall, yellow grasses. The birds are pecking at my skin, sharply reminding me that I am alive. I force my arm to move to shoo them away before they open wounds on my skin. I sit up groggily, holding my aching head in my hands. I feel the perspiration running down my face and long for a glass of water. I breathe in deeply, look up, and notice the tall grasses hiding me from view. Standing up slowly, I see the field stretches far into the distance: a waving yellow that moves gently in the breeze. I look all around and see endless yellow around me, unbroken by man or building.
Where am I?
I stagger forward, weakened by lack of water and whatever brought me here. I sense that I must move, that my life is somehow in danger. I cannot remember the direction I was going, so I take a chance and move forward . I walk slowly, eyes watching my feet, hands moving the grasses out of my way. The heat is unbearable as the sun pounds on my uncovered head.
A cluster of sounds coming from a distance breaks the silence. I look up and see a cloud of dust approaching. I have no energy left to run. And maybe what is coming towards me I need not fear. I decide to wait and leave my fate to chance. Either I will be seen, or the convoy will pass me by. The group of cars approach, the front ones cutting through the fields with ease. Heart pounding, I wait. Someone sees me and the convoy comes to a halt in front of me. The door of a black SUV opens and a man dressed in black comes out and approaches. He wears an earpiece and, I am sure, has something tucked neatly away under his jacket. Unsmiling he stands before me.
“Who are you?” he asks.
“I do not know. I cannot remember.”
(This post was inspired by Kellie Elmore’s Free Write Friday time & place scenario prompt)