He was thinking of a glass of dark-red Shiraz, accompanied by a beautiful blue cheese. His neighbour down the road made a great selection of cheeses, it was certainly one of her blue mould soft cheeses he pictured.
He had no idea why he thought of food, rather than thinking of ways to get out of this peculiar situation. It must be the pain playing tricks with his brain. He was certain he smelled the wine, could almost touch that cheese, right in this moment, trapped in the car and pinned to his seat by this elephant on his chest.
Strange, he thought, that when you are about to step out of this world, nothing seems important anymore. Nothing.
It was now completely dark in the car. Very quiet. Still. The snow covered everything. Through his pain he suddenly realised he was a happy man.
- Evelyn
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