She feels the grass on her face.
No, not grass. Or earth.
For a second she stops crying, then understands she is back in their apartment.
Rick's strained face leans over her.
Rick then: something about "faint." Tracey /screaming silently inside/ oh for fucks sake I can't go through this again. Help me, sweet Jesus, what's happening?
Then she was holding Timmy's head to her breast as Rick held her head to his chest.
"We have to get out!" Rick said.
Tracey shook her head, tears streaming onto Timmy's hair. There's no way out!
Neville Hunt over 3 years ago
Similarly, the first 5 lines of this look great on the page; really quite menacing!
S J Gunn over 3 years ago
This sooo reminds me of Tracy Chapman's "Fast Car" Please tell me their story is happier!? :-)
Drew Martyn over 3 years ago
Thanks Neville, the visual appearance of a story on the page has always intrigued me.
SJ, I honestly don't know how this will end. I'm trying to wing this story, big-time. I try not to think about what's going to happen next until I'm sitting down at the laptop, then letting the story unfold as it will. It will either turn out pretty much ok or a total disaster! Who knows?
And now I must go and listen to more TC, it seems a long time since I sat and listened to her.