sprout wings
"Where am I and who are you?" you ask, in a voice barely
under control. You continue to fight the horrible anxiety rising like
bile in your throat. The uncomfortable feeling beneath your shoulder
blades worsens and begins to burn. Suddenly, you spot a filmy opaque
greenish filament float in front of your eyes. You turn to find the
filament is attached to you and there are two of them! Your headache
has become increasingly painful.
You turn to the old man, stifling your gag impulse and ask,"What
has happened to me?"
As the old man's hand touches your shoulder, you begin to feel a
distinct squiggling underneath each shoulder blade. You wriggle free
of the old man's touch, fighting the urge to retch.
