The darkness threatens to take me. Black corners tunnel my vision as I fight to
find the light. I want it. I can see it, but my attempts to capture it
are feeble.
I want to raise my hands to grasp it, but my fragile bones
are devoid of movement. My dilapidated muscles
are completely incapable of providing them any support. I am pretty sure this is what dying feels
like.
Very enticing snippet, I can't wait to read the rest! Great job Ms. Holland!
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