10 Minutes/Entry 19
Date: Jun 4th, 2008 2:32:20 pm - Subscribe
Mood: worn


Pain blossomed along her jaw as she ran into the door jamb. That's gonna leave a bruise. She felt her legs scrabbling for purchase on the slick, moving floor to no avail. Her hands, bruised and clumsy in the cold, wouldn't grab at the handles she'd so carefully screwed into the panels so many miles ago. Down she went. Curling into the fetal position, she instinctively covered her head with her arms. Sharp blows to her bony elbows and over the too vulnerable vertebrae left her gasping for breath through the pain.
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