I awoke groggy cold pale in body and head. Cold darkness encircled. The air was dank the noise shrill.

What felt like a wet sack encrusted me tight. A motion of swaying and sick. Through a cloth tear - a glimpse of far below, dark foreboding murky chop - I was to die. The cloth strained fray and weak enough for me to plunge.

A manic distressed wail from above ranted down through the ice wind "are you in or are you out ? - answer now or drop to death"

I had been drugged or hit, taken hoisted over and above this water - this much I thought. Who would do and think this ? I had no thought. I did not like this place, this wet sack suspended from what seemed like a tall bridge structure.

"Are you in or are you out" the rant screeched, I could sense foam blood and murder.

Of what I thought - no time "I am in" I wailed forth rasping "I am in"

The sack jerked upwards, the cloth bottom stretched - a grip clasped my sack head, pulled angled then heaved !

I banged upon the ground bruised, the sack slopped - a hooded gruff figure head darkened "welcome to the V48 hour film competition, you are a silver sponsor, here is a biscuit and thank you" it grumbled.

It paused, turned and shuffled forwards into the black night the sack strung over the brooding shoulders.

I hurt hard but thinking as it disappeared - I like films and I like biscuits but why this and not a simple phone request. I stumbled down not knowing where home was.

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