Summer 1945 – In the Eye of the Blind Beast


The rain was warm and gentle. I leaned against a tree and tried to consider what to do next. I could not put weight on my left foot and I could not move my right arm. My ears rang. My eyes were unable to focus more than a few feet in front of me. With the clouds it was difficult to judge the time but I guessed I only had a few hours of daylight left. When the sun went down, the Mirrik would come up.