For weeks after the images of collapsed buildings had faded from the world’s newspapers, he imagined aftershocks. Each time every part of him would freeze, even his heart, and as he tried to find his breath again he imagined the safety of being aboard a ship.
Months later, after a series of real aftershocks, he hid himself in the unused front bunkroom of a docked research vessel. That night, he came out to the surprise of the crew, and the whole world was tossing in great heaves. He was sick over the railing. Where, he wondered, was the earth firm?
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