This chapter is a little late, like by a week. For those who anxiously await these chapters I hope you accept my humble apology. I have a book launch coming on September 1st and I’ve been running myself ragged. Hope you guys check out The Lost Village. It will be available everywhere in September.
Now, on with the story . . .
Doug ran into the forest, the wet undergrowth dragging at his legs until he was so deep in the stand of trees he could see neither house nor lights. There he stopped, bent forward, breathing in vast spasms, his sweaty hands resting on his trembling knees. Bile gurgled at the back of his throat. No longer able to hold it back he let go. His head spun and his ears whined. A sudden and irrational fear crawled up from his belly along with the undigested food and wine. He made no effort to control the spasms, and the fear was something beyond him, all mixed up with his drunkenness, all mixed up with the darkness in his life. For a moment he was certain of nothing, not even his physical existence.