She tripped, planting her face in the soil. She staggered to her feet and climbed over the earthy bulge of vines and muck. She believed herself to be on a race against time. Her breathing was shallow and quiet. "This is the end," her thoughts were quiet as well. A figure, a tall shadow approached her. "I may not look like a life saver, but you are tired and suffering. Your agony and pain will kill you. Do you trust me, kid?" the stranger was a man, his voice deep." "Sure," she answered, "I think."
to be continued?
 rosesforemily · Sat Jun 30, 2007 @ 02:58am · 1 Comments |
