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My hands trembling

My hands trembling, I touched my shoulder and chest to feel in elation the sensation of canvas on the strap of my messenger bag, all this while wound around my chest but which I had neglected amidst all that panic. 357 more words


Before long, I was scrambling

Before long, I was scrambling over the floor, trying desperately to find and touch anything at all that could deny my total solitude. I pictured myself as a defeated old dog, moaning and pitiful, shivering and isolated… I must have been going in rounds, for in no time, I felt dizzy and again crumpled into a shivering heap. 298 more words