Wednesday, July 04, 2012
In my dreams
Stand up, I kept telling myself. If you don't stand up, when he discovers you have the heart, he's going to kill you.
I suddenly found myself outside of the house in the night. I had the heart in one hand, a set of keys in the other, and I ran toward a metal gate that surrounded the compound. I fumbled with the keys until I realized there was no lock-I was free to go, but my car was gone-my captor had taken it so I wouldn't get far.