Al Clarks Perspective I woke up gradually. Slowly rising up from the embrace of a pleasant dream. The dream had stuttered and then grudgingly released me, allowing me to float up to the light. Long closed eyelids flutter and open, allowing my eyes to register claustrophobic blackness and a single tiny star; directly overhead. The ramblings of my subconscious are quickly forgotten as I attempt to make sense of my surroundings My hands reach out to find resistance in all directions. The sound of flesh on metal reaches my ears. Im in a box? Any memories of where I am, or how I came to be here are gone...and fright takes over, giving me strength. My hands push hard on the surface above; trying to help force my way from confinement. The lid opens explosively and just as quickly, rebounds and slams shut. A coffin...I am in a coffin? Restraining my fear, I press up on the lid again, with less force this time and -- I am free. Sitting up, I scan my surroundings to discover a cramped and utilitarian room. An alien room I have never seen before. While I puzzle over the where, another just as disturbing question pops like a breaking bubble into my mind. Who...am I? AL CLARK by Jonathan G. Meyer #SciFi #Ebook #Dinosaurs Kindle: hyperurl.co/9jee10?IQid=facebook Please Like my page, share and maybe even Buy and then review. I would forever be in your debt!
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