This weeks snippets from -A Forever Season
Blake’s eyes flew open to unholy pain, but he fought like hell to focus. Why
were fireworks echoing around him and where was he? Wait, this was winter, so why
in God’s name was he lying on the ground outside? The sounds around him vanished
as the memory assaulted him.
Christ all mighty, it wasn’t fireworks it was gunshots. Blake raised his
head and tried to move, but couldn’t budge anything. Damn, the burning was
excruciating. He groaned in agony, feeling as though his guts had been ripped
out. Placing his trembling hand on his stomach, he asked, “What the hell?”
Something warm and wet gathered on his fingers. “Holy shit.” He glanced at the
blood as it dripped down onto his shirt.
Did that mean he was bleeding internally?
Was he dying?
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