Chapter 20

With blurred vision and semi-conscious, I grasped the two-by-four I had just banged my skull on. I saw an arrangement of blues circle in my mind as the ballerinas and paper birds vanished. The blues shimmered, twirled, and glowed like pool water as I reached for the strap of the binoculars that dangled around my neck like a purse, cobwebs and all. Warm, salty blood trickled into my left eye and started to sting; fresh damage in that awkward position. A flesh wound!

With tears in both eyes, and blood in one, I backed away from the window. Careful not to trip and fall, not to twist one of my ankles, I accomplished a delicate spin, turned around slowly, and began my exit out of the attic. With one hand pressed against my bleeding temple, with a stinging, blood-soaked eye, I navigated through that perilous darkness and attempted an escape to safety.