Sunday, July 31, 2011

Fractured (middle)

Dee could hear the monster making its way toward her. The flimsy door between her and it would offer no protection--it never had. She started to shake, her limbs literally trembling and her eyes stinging from unshed tears.

Normally she would cover her head, but she knew she had to shield her mid-section. She had to save the baby from the monster.


The door gave way.

There was no way to fight the blows. There never was. All she could do was hope that she would wake up soon.


I'm behind on my writing, meaning I'm using a "cheat" during this writing session.  


Once upon a time
a lady did sit alone
calm and not lonely