Stone Circle You beside me

All of his muscles, all at once, tense until his mind shut down to a corpse of dust. His legs curled and his waist dipped, stomach to a gross churn and his mind to a fuzz and a dizziness as his head turned. He stared, forced to take in something he never wanted to see.

Gunnar was not sick.



He was not sick.


He'd lie to himself until he couldn't.

Ripping words from his mouth was a battle he could scream at until his vocals dried and burned.
Force.

The wind felt cold.
"Hey, old man."