Almost without notice, a small particle trapped in the microcosm of the moment daisy chained itself to others in no uncertain pattern. Maybe it was the inspiration of the fool on the hill or the lunatic on the grass, nobody can be sure of such a thing. As the power of knowing something will reach its muscled arm out and sock one in the face, Mavis knew she was on the right path. Her weary, bloodshot eyes had become so irritated that every glance brought with it the feeling of a thousand pins puncturing her cornea. Nevertheless, she pushed on, with the passion of an overzealous lilliputian trying to be noticed.
Along with the sun came Artemis’ slow return to a conscious state. His thoughts were rather muddled, but the mania of the day before had worn off, leaving him feeling as if he was in a dark hollow. The pain in his limbs and discomfort from his wet clothes were not paramount to the giant lump on the back of his skull. As he sat up and realized where he was, he realized standing might not be the right thing to do. The tide had receded some and he was no longer fully submerged.
“What have I done?” Artemis mused to himself.
Meanwhile, Mavis continued on, turning the music louder to prevent herself from dozing off. The tank had been registering empty for some time, but there were no gas stations in sight. The car began to sputter as only fumes were left to keep the pistons fluctuating up and down. Mavis pulled over to the side of the road and just sat there, dejected.
To be continued…