Posted by: b 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 [...]
