Day 1

I fell and it clambered on top of me. Its six legs pinioned my body to the sand, holding me fast. I felt fire as something large and sharp inserted itself into my belly, slowly, as if the mindless beast were careful not to break me. I held fast to this irony as a drowning sailor clings to a broken mast, made breathless as a churning sea of pain gripped up my soul and plunged me into dreamless night.