The Shattered Lens

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by Jason P. Stadtlander


  Chapter One

  All Jimmy Martinez could hear as he gained consciousness was a methodical swoosh, swoosh, swoosh. He opened his eyes and saw only black. His heart began to race. I’m blind. Oh God no—I’m blind. Jimmy’s head was pounding, making it nearly impossible to think clearly. What the hell happened last night? He opened his mouth to ask if anyone were there, but words would not come. He realized suddenly that he was cold—icy cold—his legs, arms and torso freezing. His body was tingling, half asleep. Where am I—and why is it so damn cold in here?

  Blinking back the darkness, Jimmy finally saw a sliver of light. The light grew brighter but was blurry, a cold white blade slowly penetrating his head. He closed his eyes again—so tired—and his head hurt so bad. He half remembered something, but his head felt heavy, thick. Anniversary. Mojitos. Too much to drink. My beautiful wife Elena…so lovely. Damn—can’t think. Only pieces and parts.

  Clarity faded. Jimmy’s eyelids grew heavy, and he fell back asleep.

 

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