The Glove (4)

Send us Fan MailSuddenly, she was awake. Alert.Hyper aware of every detail around her.As she was before one of her migraines, her seizures that would blind her with a shocking, debilitating light.Her penultimate stop was called by the recorded voice. She winced.It was fully light now outside. She normally felt this way in the middle of the day when it happened: triggered by tiredness, stress or that nagging sense of loss that followed her into her own kn er struggles.At least she was alert. Watchful. The tram shuddered to a halt. She looked at the door nearest to her hiss open. No one got out. But he stepped in.Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me [email protected]