When the Day was Done
I woke to the sound of my heart pumping slowly.
I felt my lungs take a couple of ragged breaths. My eyelids, sticky with blood and crust, were swollen shut.
I was laying on my side, my hands bound behind me. I felt the cold dirt floor scratch roughly against my cheek.
I laughed briefly, coughed, and laughed again.
I was alive!
I heard him move. Continue reading