The Winding Way -- Into the Roots

[angel_fixation]

Ms. Fairweather awoke to a dull, cold throbbing.

Her throat was parched and her head ached like wildfire. She tried to sit up, wavered, and slumped back against the ground. It hurt to move her head, and she could feel countless bruises over her body, caused by the sharp stairs. She wanted to moan, but she was afraid to make any noise. By what

Comments

[chalger]

Another great piece, I'm so glad your back to writing again.

[angel_fixation]

Thank you! I'm enjoying it too. :)