New Blood: Dark Canticle
“Her lungs drew in breaths of fire, her hands rested on her thighs and kept her from keeling over on the floor. Her feet were inflamed as if she was standing on hot coal. They were raw and sore from the run home. Her pitiful cheap shoes were talking, the soles peeling away.
I'm home, my sanctuary. He can't get me here, who or whatever he is.
She looked at the crucifix hanging above the door that led to the kitchen while air left her lungs as quick as it was drawn in. She looked at the po...rtrait of the Virgin Mary above the mantle of the fireplace. The Holy Mother stared back with placid and divine compassion.
For the first time since she had encountered the strange man at the library, Elizabeth felt safe. Even so she dropped to the floor and thrust the palms of her hands together so hard they shook in front of her face as she prayed.
But even that wasn't enough. She cleared her throat and sang Ave Maria by Schubert, her favorite composer, while she held her hands up to the heavens.MoreLess
I'm home, my sanctuary. He can't get me here, who or whatever he is.
She looked at the crucifix hanging above the door that led to the kitchen while air left her lungs as quick as it was drawn in. She looked at the po...rtrait of the Virgin Mary above the mantle of the fireplace. The Holy Mother stared back with placid and divine compassion.
For the first time since she had encountered the strange man at the library, Elizabeth felt safe. Even so she dropped to the floor and thrust the palms of her hands together so hard they shook in front of her face as she prayed.
But even that wasn't enough. She cleared her throat and sang Ave Maria by Schubert, her favorite composer, while she held her hands up to the heavens.MoreLess
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