She stopped on the path and strained her ears, peering into the darkness, forcing herself to breathe naturally. She scolded herself when silence echoed back at her. “What do you think is out here?” she muttered. “You know these woods like the back of your hand. It’s probably nothing more than a rabbit or a raccoon.” Her voice seemed to crack the brittle cold stealing her breath. The fog pouring from her mouth seemed to hang frozen. She clutched her coat to her more closely, grateful she had put on two pairs of riding pants after she had crawled out of her warm bed, evading Robert’s groping hands before he rolled back over and continued sleeping. Her husband had looked so warm and inviting with his black, tousled hair spread over the pillow, but her desire to greet the new year had propelled her down the stairs and out through the back kitchen door, closing it softly so no one would be disturbed. Shaking her head at her imagined fears, Carrie forced herself to continue moving down the barely visible trail.
What do You think about Glimmers Of Change (2015)?
