The New Sensation

by ianschimmelfennig

One empty afternoon, along some dirt-paved alley, deep in the belly of Mexico, he awoke face down in the dust. His eyes were cloudy and his lips were cracked white. There wasn’t a soul insight but three wandering dogs. One approached, sat nearby and blinked its eye. He stuck his fat tongue across his front teeth into the air. The wind ruffled his hair. He felt it everywhere; through his jeans and broken shirt—everything hurt. Except the wound in his gut which, against the damp earth, was beginning to give him the new sensation of total lightness.

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