Jay

The next two days were a blur of pain, and road, and trees, and sky, and more pain.

I’d used my undershirt to fashion a sling for travelling and hoped the weather wouldn’t turn colder. When a stumble jogged my hand, the pain that shot to my shoulder made me gasp, and the arm throbbed afterwards for ages. Sometimes the fingers tried to flex in automatic response to a movement, and that was a new agony.

We planned to camp near the inn called the World&rsqu...