23 Whirl Wild Wind (1/2)

I was stuckwith him! Dylan, reminded me with that gay rumor, chose to attach himself to me wherever I went, whatever I did, however I did it. He seriously was becoming a haunting ghost. He even sat watching me going to sleep which made it a great deal harder to even hold my eye shut. I had to pull the cover over my head to get rid of that pretty face.

Next morning, I tiptoed out of my room with Stix and friends trailing behind. I put a forefinger in front of my mouth to shush them down. They were quite obedient and allowed me to exit the house and I successfully ran down the street with them on my shoulder.

The ravens started flying when we were out in the open. I took the turn through a wood thinking that shades and leaves could hide my presence. Thinking again, it might be wrong since demons were associated with nature, it might be easier for Dylan to find me here.

At the thought, I went off the track again. It was the shortest shortcut to a busy morning avenue which was full of mouth-watering smell of fresh baked bakeries. Just by the thought of it had already stirred up the demonstration from my tummy. I hadn't had anything this morning for fear that the demon would wake up.

There was an opening at about midway. The light creamy ground led off to one side and the earth dropped away there to the land of velvety blue rolling carpet. The noise of the crashing waves was clearer here. The headwind collided with my face like a smacking kiss. The wind out in the open was always a bit strong.

As soon as the first waft of wind was gone, the second lot came. I was forced to root there, unable to move. I tried turning my back but almost slumped onto the ground. Stix and friends were having a harder time. Their wings looked fragile comparing to the current. And the ravens floated and swayed in the air like pieces of dead leaves or burnt papers.

I know wind could be strong in a wide opening cliff. But isn't this--

The third lot came and it dried all the moisture in my eyes.

Heck! Isn't this a bit too strong!

Stix and friends were blown away.

Then, the wind came from every direction all at once. I was caught and squeezed in the invisible walls. I wanted to flail my arms to send them away like when we did it with the flies, but could not raise even my finger. Temporarily, the air was lost in this dimension so I could not breathe. When the wind suddenly vanished all together again, I almost flopped.

That is a very strange-- ”Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

Not a very strange 'Aaaa,' sorry. I had not even finished my thought and here the gale was back again. This time it hit me so hard that I flew to the edge of the cliff. My left elbow hit with a small rock on the ground and bled.

I got up and ran back to the track. My foot lept forward as I was thinking--

Shit! This must--

The crazy gust clashed and I was back toward the empty space again.

…be-- The wind hit me and I ran battling my way toward the safety of the wood--

…some kind--

Ouch!

…of doing--

My eyes! Ow! Sands flew into my eyes.

…from--

I can't see!