It's Friday, which means time for the Christian Fiction Friday blog hop!
Here is a short snippet from my next Kennedy Stern novel.
Submerged memories forced their way to the surface of her mind. Handcuffs, the sharp metal digging into her wrist. The ache in her back from spending a whole night chained on the couch. The crawl of her skin in her squalid surroundings. Images of lice and bedbugs and rodents growing to IMAX proportions on her brain’s mental projector. She hurried farther away from the train.
She was panting now. She heard the sound of her own breathing but couldn’t control the rate. Cold. Why couldn’t they at least give her a blanket to wrap up in? The feel of a small child shivering next to her, a child far too young to be trapped with her, a child Kennedy could do nothing to help.
She drew in a sharp breath. She was in a subway station, not handcuffed in a cement basement. It was dark because she was in a tunnel, not because her captors had blindfolded her. She was still free. Nobody was keeping her here against her will. She could walk away whenever she wanted. Nobody would point a gun at her or pull a knife to make her stay.
Forgetting what is behind.
The heat of anger mingled with the chill of fear, and her gut sizzled with steam at the place where they met. Why couldn’t she get over these silly anxieties? She could take twenty-two credits this semester, find time to take her self-defense class, and even read a few books a month just for fun. Why couldn’t she get a grip over her own thoughts instead of letting them trap her into the past whenever they felt like tormenting her?
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