Copyright 2012 by Jade Alyse
THE CAN OF KEROSENE rattled her wrist a bit. This was the only way it could be – there were no other options. It wasn’t particularly heavy, but just a little bit uncomfortable in her grip – like trying to fit into a pair of your younger sister’s jeans because they look more expensive, more appealing, not because they were more reasonable.
She told herself to focus. But she’d lost her conscience somewhere, in the waves of it all, and her wrist was now sore.
She often walked on her tiptoes – that was the best way to get anywhere. She liked surprising people, getting the best of them – she liked being in control.
Her palms were a little clammy now and her fingers moved in every direction. Her breath was a little ridged and she thought for sure that she’d just stop.
It would have been easier to conk out on the floor and have them find her that way – she wouldn’t have to explain later on why she’d been such a fool to begin with.