Dating : Skyfire and the Arbor

A short story

I woke slowly, my face pressed against cold mud, and my body, well, I didn’t know where it was. I couldn’t feel it or move it; I could only blink my eyelids and move my head slightly, side to side. From that vantage point, I could see four teenage boys, my friends, who lay crumpled on the wet ground like me, but their eyes were closed and they were completely still. One other boy, my buddy Frank, sat…