The Tear Drop (Chapter 1, page 1 of 5)


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Chapter 1

With a flash of silvery light, as bright as a peek at the sun revealing distant hills and valleys, I awoke. But, I wasn't fully conscious until I heard the accompanying thunder ringing through a canyon sitting below me, after which I was struck with a sense of bewilderment and confusion. Where I was I could not tell, nor could I explain how I had gotten there.


I was lying with my back to the ground on the steep incline of a high hill. Not quite a mountain, but impressive nonetheless. The softest grass, so thick and tall, served as my mattress. And had there been no question as to my presence there I should think I would have been most content. I stared at the sky whose dark slate sported a series of scattered clouds like shreds of cotton floating in water. Far below the hill I occupied was couched a field cloven by a small stream. There were streams of lightning, bands of white reticulated lines shooting out from the clouds raining down on the open turf below. Watching with a sense of awe at what I saw, that inexpressible flow of emotion that comes from realizing nature's 'bigness', I fancied I was in the presence of a god. A deity who was hidden bodily but whose authoritative presence was nonetheless made known.

But then I was arrested by a flurry of panic and overwhelming fear. The reality of my amnesiac state grabbed hold of me. It was most severe and I was sorely afraid. And, just as adrenaline surfaces when chased by a pursuant to lend speed to the run, so to were my thoughts racing to answer my own questions, but none came. Instead, the awe of my surroundings soon replaced my concerns.

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