A Ten Pound Bag
Chapter 72: A Feverish Interlude I
Copyright© 2020 by Emmeran
I awoke in what appeared to be a small lodge house.
This I knew because as a kid we had toured replica native villages on school trips. We had to write up papers on them in our fifth grade year, I was a highly competitive over-achiever as the second son. I made Mom take me back to the village so I could get everything right for that paper. The entire over-achieving thing went away when my parents divorced during my sixth-grade year.
Childhood complaints be damned, I was now in 1822 and in a lodge house somewhere in eastern Nebraska.
And I had no clothes.
I really like clothes, particularly when I wake up in a strange lodge house. It’s not that I have a problem with nudity, I just like that security in a strange place.