John William Rice

Forever More John William Rice

Tina Jones fought against the darkness holding her in its malevolent hands, fought down the urge, the need to scream into the face of the man staring at her with black eyes that seemed to pierce through her big deep purple ones into the bottom of her soul. She fought against the satin sheet, fought against the wool blanket cocooning her, restricting her every move. She thrashed right, left, right left, and right again, ripping at the sweat soaked covers, shoving them to the floor. A scream born in the depths of her mind poured out of her mouth like water over Nigeria, filling the large bedroom, squeezing out the small holes of the bug screen, disappearing into the night. From, Just an Ordinary Girl