A Sweet Presence

Anne

It hurt everywhere. It was as if I was drenched in hot oil with tiny crab chewing on my skin. I’ve never been in that kind of situation. I don’t even know why I used that analogy, but it looked like how it would feel if one was placed in hot oil with flesh-eating crabs.

The room was spacious, but there was hardly any movement of air. I felt stuffed.

Stuffed!

I jerked up my head, wondering if I was still inside that God-forsaken place that almost snuffed the life out of me. I sighed deeply when I saw the leathery ceiling of the tent. I was beginning to think my rescue was a dream, and the face I saw was all in my head.

That’s right, Vincent!

Just then, a presence loomed over me. I was going to look at who it was but I was made brain dead when a very familiar softness gently pressed against my lips. I inhaled sharply as charges surged from the point of contact right down to the pit of my belly where flutters erupted.

Through the slits of my hooded eyes, I could make out his