Journey to Remembering
I need to cut the cord he thinks as he manages to stand up on his wobbly legs. Panic coursing through his veins and somehow still clinging to some shred of hope, he runs to the kitchen rifling through drawers as if it was his first time in that kitchen.
Journey To Remembering
into the cushion to muffle the sound of her screams. Then the thirst came. The most incredible thirst she had ever felt. It came out of nowhere. Why hadn’t she grabbed some water, she thought. Having lived in Florida heat her whole life she had experienced the thirst of dehydration