Feet

FEET

The last thing I remember, I was standing on a beach. I think my hands are shaking, and I can’t feel my feet. There was a bright flash; I remember now, a bright flash and now darkness.
I can smell barbecue, something like barbecue pork but not quite.
I can see more now, my hands have not stopped shaking; I still can’t feel my feet. I think it’s raining. I’m covered in mud, and my clothes have been stained red.
I can’t feel my feet.
There is someone else in the mud with me, someone whose clothes are red too. I don’t know who he is, but he is asking me if I’m ok.
The smell of barbecue again, and popping sounds in the distance. I have a headache, and I still can’t see much. I have yet to get my feet to move.
I’m wet, I’m cold and I want to go home. The ground keeps shaking, and I keep smelling barbecue, I want to go home.
I wish mom were here…. I can’t feel my feet.