Thunderation.” His fingers tightened on the cup. She rushed over. “Where does it hurt? Are you in pain? Is there anything I can do?” He gazed up into her eyes. “I don’t know if you can give me what I need.” His steady gaze impaled her. Silence loomed between them like a heavy mist and the room felt warm and heavy. A clock chimed. It would be time for the funeral soon. - A Desperate Journey
-Debra Parmley
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