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<strong>The</strong> Fortuitous Plunge<br />
by Timothy Johnson<br />
I remember feeling pressure: pressure from the narrow<br />
walls, from the narrow trailer, from the narrow town.<br />
Gloom seemed to constrict whatever fell under its looming<br />
shadow. This was not home. I felt like Ishmael, cast out<br />
to seek my own path. But where was it? Could I find it?<br />
Naturally, I had to leave from this incommodious dwelling.<br />
Either something could happen or not.<br />
As I walked out the door I was struck by the dryness.<br />
My surroundings were empty. <strong>The</strong> air was meaningless.<br />
<strong>The</strong> only motion came from the dark clouds accumulating<br />
in the south. I was sure they had always been there.<br />
I wandered hither and thither, aimless. Parched mouth.<br />
Parched soul. Hours passed before I decided to sit down.<br />
I was within the sterile boundaries of the town, but not a<br />
familiar area.<br />
As I sat, possible activities that I knew I would not<br />
perform fluttered in my brain. Suddenly, a putrid smell<br />
wafted beneath my nostrils. I looked around quickly,<br />
detected nothing. Leaning back, I latched my eyes on the<br />
insipid, oatmeal-azure sky. This is when I descried a black<br />
bird in the distance making its way from obscurity—a<br />
crow perhaps.<br />
Gradually, it was heading in my direction. I kept<br />
my eyes focused on it like the camera of an ardent documentarian.<br />
Such a swift and portentous creature roused<br />
all my curiosity. As it neared it flapped its wings and flew<br />
over me, dipping behind a building to my left. I soon<br />
hastened—I felt I hadn’t any choice but to follow it. Down<br />
an alleyway I flew, swift as a shadow, hoping to find it.<br />
Abruptly, rain came gushing down. I no longer saw it<br />
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