“It was awful,” Erica said. “I was up to my chest in a sea of stones, unable to move. A thorny, wire mask covered my head and it was tearing at the skin on my face. Blood was dripping down my neck onto my shoulders. It was horrible. I tried to scream, but I couldn’t.”
“Oh my God,” Joanna said.
“I looked up towards heaven and started to pray. ‘God,’ I said, ‘what have I done to you for you to do this to me?’ And then the clouds parted, the dark skies lightened, and God sent me a sign.”
“What sign?” Joanna asked.
“It was a large, beautiful moth,” Erica answered. “It landed atop of one of the wire protrusions at the top of the mask. It was flapping its wings in slow motion.”
“What did it mean?” Joanna asked.
“It meant,” Erica said, “that I was having a freakin’ bad trip on that LSD I got from Steve.”
Written for today’s Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge prompt. Image credit: Enzzo Barrena.