Trapped inside her unmoving body and soundless voice, Karen screamed in pain. This whole thing had not been real until that first slash to the arm. The pain made it real. It pulled her back from the intellectual escapism she had retreated to. She rolled her eyes, tears spilling from them as she tried to catch the eyes of someone else, anyone else. She could not do it. No one would meet her gaze. They were looking at each other with clear discomfort but no one was going to step forward to stop this madness. They were all going to watch while she was ritualistically murdered.
Man...
Trapped inside her unmoving body and soundless voice, Karen screamed in pain. This whole thing had not been real until that first slash to the arm. The pain made it real. It pulled her back from the intellectual escapism she had retreated to. She rolled her eyes, tears spilling from them as she tried to catch the eyes of someone else, anyone else. She could not do it. No one would meet her gaze. They were looking at each other with clear discomfort but no one was going to step forward to stop this madness. They were all going to watch while she was ritualistically murdered.
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Blog: Well Laid Plans and Empty Frames. More thoughts on grief. http://www.jenniferbrozek.com/blog/post/2021/03/22/Well-Laid-Plans-and-Empty-Frames
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Blog: One Year Gone. A year ago today, I arrived home from the 2020 Rainforest Writers Retreat to discover that my immediate world had drastically…
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