 *randomly tagged* | Norbert(a) | The Wandmaker (tm)
Adam was still cursing in German, but he was pretty sure that nobody was listening. Maybe he had just imagined that someone was in the room with him. He certainly couldn’t hear anything else and if someone was going to help him that really wasn’t much the poor German man could do to help whomever was trying to help him. The pain in his shoulder intensified as the tug on his body seemed to get stronger. Something clearly had a grip on him and it wasn't about to let him go.
I’m gonna die... he thought forlornly as he tried to struggle against the hold on him. I’m gonna die and there’s so much I haven’t done. His thoughts then shifted through everything he had wanted to do…taste Spam in Hawaii, buy a house, munch on Rattlesnake in the American West, get a pet that wasn’t a fish, try Escamoles in Mexico, create that hybrid orchid/lily, eat udon in Japan, swim in a waterfall fed pool, sample jellied moose nose in Alaska, kiss someone, find out what turtle soup like or if it even was made from turtle…
Lost in his food doomed thoughts, Adam floated towards the black hole, arms stretched out in front of him as if he were Superman flying across the sky; a pose he might have found funny in other circumstances. It was sad really, Adam was too young with too voracious an appetite (for life) for him to die. He had always thought he’d die because he eat a bad Fugu, not because he’d BE eaten by something.
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