Tucker Cummings

Chapter 113: Rage Like Ice

In Uncategorized on April 23, 2011 at 2:18 am

My anger has cooled.

I’ve thrown myself against something that will not move with too much force, and I’m exhausted.

Though I’ve been looking for a way out, I haven’t been taking the time to actually look at my surroundings. So, gasping, I fall to the ground, curl on my side, and open my eyes.

It’s quiet, thankfully. A shady glen, small white flowers growing against the trunks of the trees. Mountains loom in the distance, I hear babbling water not very far away.

I turn over, my back against cool moss, bright clouds overhead.

It’s beautiful here.

I hate it.

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