Friday, December 08, 2006

My Soul

The woman in white reaches into my body. I could feel her icy grip surround my heart. She squeezes and my heart slows. I can feel myself slipping. "You should have saved her," she hisses in my ear. " I can feel my body going cold, as the energy slips from me. The woman in white grips harder and the image of Kate floods my memory. Our life together wizzes by and stops on the day she died.

4 comments:

ART said...

um... who's kate?

SoNSo1 said...

Yeah?! Beckinsale?

CapitolSwell said...

Kate is a fictatious character in my blog serial story.

SoNSo1 said...

I didn't think you had it in you.