The frightening beginning of “Stepping on Fingers:”
“Something was tearing into the base of my skull, a silent, ripping power drill. Sticky fingerprints of the last nightmare clouded my eyes. I desperately wanted to scour away their crusty residue from my eyelids, but my hands wouldn’t move. My knees felt like I was running in a vat of cold molasses. I tried to get away but nothing happened.
I couldn’t escape this awful place! Why were they doing this to me?
A blue glare was metastasizing in the sleet swirling around me, its light diffused by the cloud of tiny, sharp grains.
Ahead of me, through the haze, I could just make out a slim young woman lying face down on a long metal table. A pair of heavy, brown leather bracelets bolted to the dull surface strained both arms taut above her crudely shorn dark, red curls. A wide-mesh net of synthetic fabric held down her mid-section, only partly concealing her nudity. Both of her bare feet were chained to the table. As I looked more closely, I could see goosebumps standing out all along the unbroken expanse of her creamy skin, from her ankles to slender forearms. Except for some coarse new stitches at the base of her skull, her statuesque body was unmarked. Just briefly, her emerald eyes fluttered open.”
@https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/FKU_IK-3,_Kharp
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Copies of “Goshawk” and “Stepping on Fingers,” autographed by the author, are available in the area of Prescott, AZ. Call the author at 203.588.9808.
