I could still hear the pattern.
/thump/ … /thump/ /thump/
Was it my heart? Or perhaps the ground against sneakers. It’s deaf under the—
/crackle/crackle/crackle/
I could still smell the incense.
It wasn’t very pleasant, but it was very strong. I covered my nostrils but I didn’t dare open my mouth either.
I could still taste the carbon.
The mucus fueling, charred debris could not be rubbed off m...