March "Break"
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The plane burns a smoggy path onto the runway, and Paul shakes the hands of the flight crew.
They have a strange look to them as if they know what is about to happen. His arms occupied, down an endless corridor, a casual bump that seems as innocent as a hiccup requires some adjustment to his balance. An edgy crawl through security as he feels a weary daze drift over him. A pretty girl averts his gaze and behind, a presence like a wisp of hair out of place.
He continues, walking more quickly now, to hail a cab. Another cab... follows. As he rides along, his luggage has a pregnant look to it. What dark design lies within? He is afraid to look. He looks instead to see the shadowy figure in the other cab. He's been to Jamaica on spring break and what should have been a dream has become a nightmare. Asking the driver to pull over, he resists the urge to run and leaves his luggage on the street...and then...goes home.
But there it does not end. The knocking at the door, the midnight phone calls, the sleepless terror. Something for sleep, but no. The doctor thinks he's crazy. Thinks he's schizophrenic. Eventually, with treatment,...so does Paul, but always, always...that nagging doubt.
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They have a strange look to them as if they know what is about to happen. His arms occupied, down an endless corridor, a casual bump that seems as innocent as a hiccup requires some adjustment to his balance. An edgy crawl through security as he feels a weary daze drift over him. A pretty girl averts his gaze and behind, a presence like a wisp of hair out of place.
He continues, walking more quickly now, to hail a cab. Another cab... follows. As he rides along, his luggage has a pregnant look to it. What dark design lies within? He is afraid to look. He looks instead to see the shadowy figure in the other cab. He's been to Jamaica on spring break and what should have been a dream has become a nightmare. Asking the driver to pull over, he resists the urge to run and leaves his luggage on the street...and then...goes home.
But there it does not end. The knocking at the door, the midnight phone calls, the sleepless terror. Something for sleep, but no. The doctor thinks he's crazy. Thinks he's schizophrenic. Eventually, with treatment,...so does Paul, but always, always...that nagging doubt.
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