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Lady|Cynthia Clark

Lady : The Way of Things sometimes

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The corridor was long; endless. The further I walked the longer it became. My legs felt as if they would break off from so much walking. I dare not stop. I could not stop. I do not remember how I got here, just that I was here. Underground? Above ground? Everything was white. So, bright that it hurt my eyes. I started to shiver. Once started I could not stop. Cold. So, cold. Especially my feet. I looked down. Where were my boots? My socks? My bare feet were almost purple from the cold. Or was it circulation loss? I rubbed my arms to ward off the chill. I had no sleeves. A hospital gown? Why? I was not sick. I was not hurt. "HERO, HELP ME," I cried. I could feel the tears drowning me. No. It was not tears drowning me, but water. I tried to yell again but water held my mouth. I struggled I tried to swallow the water, but there was way too much. I tried to spit it out, but it kept coming back. I could not see. I tried to open my eyes, but they would not open. But it made no sense. How could I be walking the long corridor and drowning at the same time? I felt the beat of my heart and knew I lived, but how?

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  • ISBN-13: 9781544165806
  • ISBN-10: 1544165803
  • Publisher: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
  • Publish Date: February 2017
  • Dimensions: 9.02 x 5.98 x 0.27 inches
  • Shipping Weight: 0.4 pounds
  • Page Count: 128

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