Posted by: picca on: March 27, 2007
Heavy breathing. All is black.
Scratched lines and a fuzzy radio screech.
Droplets of rain and blood.
Jagged, rough images. Pain. A hand drenched in a sticky red liquid.
Screams.
People talking. Arguing.
“I don’t want you to go.” A male voice.
She felt herself speak. “I have to.” A hand grabbed hers.
Her heart pounded in [...]
