by Lori R. Lopez
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Copyright © 2012 by Lori R. Lopez
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DOWNWARD STABS PIERCED HER a thousandfold. That was how it generally went. Encircled by an umbral tide of blackness denser than a total eclipse. Though her eyesight was keen, improved in recent months, it happened too swift to make out the features or distinguish traits and dimensions. Whoever was trying to kill her remained anonymous.
She heard whispers. Pesky and persistent. As if vicious people were gossipping about her. And then there was the smell, a cloying scent that made her belly lurch. She couldn't get it out of her head. Along with the steady palpitation that accompanied her thoughts. Sometimes this became maddening, a wild rhythm of abundant beats marching to discordant drummers. Other times there was a single cadence building an urge within – the compulsion to obey a powerful impetus.