Tanja Pislar
Lurking in an infinite pool.
That old house
I came to senses. Air was hot. Burning almost. And dry.I came to senses. Air was hot. Burning almost. And dry. It was so dry that my nose hurt and I wished I did not had to breath. Through the mouth was only making it worse. I soon remembered. This was not air. It was sand! Footsteps above were getting louder. He was coming down the stairs. Limping. I was going to faint again. I felt it. I tried to focus and picture the word in my mind. As if it would make any difference. Help!Tanja Pislar1 min read