challenge of the unknown

[bearded]

(working title)

     It hurts.  There is nothing else.  When I breath in, it's like a knife making a fresh stab in my chest, every time.  My fingers feel weak.  And pinched.  I reach my other hand, my free hand, up to the pounding that must be my head.
     Why am I wearing a mask?

(episodic story)

[thalaw2]

Intriguing