Saturday, February 28, 2009


This was not the first time.

Rachel ran full tilt across the frozen water, muscles screaming their prophecies of revenge to her bones.


How could this happen again? And so far. He must be absolutely mindless! Her feet pounded on the ice; her heart hammered in her chest. Somewhere deep within, she knew why she was so angry. Her anger kept the fear from creeping outward - the fear of a truth she could never, ever accept.

--- I make no claims about the quality of things I write. These tend to be bus-ride jots about things I find interesting at the time. Also, they're a full page of text in my notebooks, which is a length I'm comfortable with. I recognize that that is short.