Abduction

How the hell I had gotten here in this forsaken place, God only knew. The last thing I remembered was walking along the beautiful Boardwalk, enjoying the lighted sights. When suddenly, someone huge motherfucker walked up and grabbed me from behind, sticking a smelly fucking rag over my face and knocking me out. I woke up somewhere in the desert with the sun blinding me.

My head was fucking pounding and aching, but I got up anyway, knowing I needed to get moving. I checked my pockets for my damn pocket knife so that I could cut open a cactus and drink, but whoever had fucking done this to me had emptied my damn pockets. I did not even have my fucking wallet on me anymore. Let alone the little Swiss Army knife my wife had given me for our fourth anniversary.

I went to adjust my glasses, but they were no longer on my damn head. I looked around for them, but they were nowhere to be seen. They must have fallen off when I was taken from the fucking Boardwalk. Maybe my damn abductor kept them as fucking souvenirs. Who fucking knew?

I did not know what damn direction to head but knew I needed to get fucking moving, so I set off walking. I could only hope that I was not heading deeper into the fucking desert and that I was heading closer toward a damn town. I walked with the sun at my back and hoped for the fucking best.

The sun beat down my damn back and neck as I trudged through the sand. I had been walking for what seemed like fucking hours, and my mouth was extremely dry. I could feel the sand slipping through my fingers as I walked, and I knew that I was slowly sinking into the damn desert.

I looked around, but there was nothing but fucking sand in every direction. I was fucking all alone, and I knew that if I did not find shelter soon, I would die. I did not want to fucking die.

I kept walking, hoping that I would find something, anything, that could help me. But as the sun set lower in the sky, I knew my chances were getting slimmer. The slimmer they got, the more I fucking disappeared.

Finally, I could walk no more. I collapsed on the damn sand and closed my eyes. I was so tired, and I just wanted to fucking sleep. I could no longer feel my damn feet. For that matter, I could no longer feel my fucking body. My damn head seemed to be floating on a fucking hot cotton ball.

As I drifted off, I thought about all the things I would never get to do. I would never see my family again. I would never be able to kiss my wife. Or eat my favorite chocolate pie from the bakery on the corner of Poplar Street. Shoot, I would not be able to listen to the preacher on Sundays anymore.

And then, I thought about the desert. I thought about how vast and empty it was and how I was just a speck, a dot. I thought about how insignificant I was and how my life was meaningless.

And then, I felt at peace. I knew that I was nothing but a grain of sand in the wind, and that was okay. I was part of something bigger than myself, and that was all that mattered.

Engulfed in the desert's parched silence, I was nothing but another grain of sand in the wind.