Doorways
After sweeping away the folliage at its base you see the arch is actually in perfect condition without a speck of damp or rot in the pine. Strange given the state of the garden. You wonder about the arch, could it be another of the openings you came across earlier?
Nudging the legs of the arch gently it feels pretty sturdy-you freeze solid, unable to move your eyes glued to the sight of your right hand gripping one of the arch legs, well trying to grip but not having much luck. The fingers are missing at the knuckle! You feel a wave of dizzying sickness pass over you and fall to your knees. You feel no pain but cant lift your head to examine your hand-it feels like the fingers are there but it could be that phantom limb thing- Damn it look! you scream internally, oh thank God, thank you God. The fingers are intact! Becoming concious of your proximity to the cannibal gate you crawl backwards away on your hands and knees, unmindful of the dirt and grass stains. Shaking you consider your next move.
Nudging the legs of the arch gently it feels pretty sturdy-you freeze solid, unable to move your eyes glued to the sight of your right hand gripping one of the arch legs, well trying to grip but not having much luck. The fingers are missing at the knuckle! You feel a wave of dizzying sickness pass over you and fall to your knees. You feel no pain but cant lift your head to examine your hand-it feels like the fingers are there but it could be that phantom limb thing- Damn it look! you scream internally, oh thank God, thank you God. The fingers are intact! Becoming concious of your proximity to the cannibal gate you crawl backwards away on your hands and knees, unmindful of the dirt and grass stains. Shaking you consider your next move.