Minute 4

I waken, lying in the path leading out of the wadi. Thirsty. Feign sleep and scan the area. Seems I’m alone. Gotta make a move soon or die of thirst. I chuck a scruple over the edge to see if it attracts any attention skittering down the cliff side. Minutes elapse and nothing happens. Feeling safe, I stand and survey my situation. My last memory was of a sun ray bouncing off of her cellophane robe and disappointment in my head. I have absolutely no idea where I am, how I got here, or how to get out of here.

“Confused?” She whispers in my ear. I quickly twist around and there she is. Clad in a white toga, kneeling and offering a ewer of refreshment. I know I shouldn’t drink, but I’m so thirsty and the scene is so inviting. She slips the toga off of one shoulder whist pouring me a cup. I surrender and extend my hand. She takes it and leads me. I don’t know where. I’m scared. Is she salvation? Or is she salivating? Gonna save me or consume me? Do I give in to her wishes without knowing what they mean or go boy coy and see if I can sleuth this and, if necessary, find a way out. I hate feeling this helpless