Engaging with the Enemy Author Maria Catania
Thursday, September 5, 2013
Francis,Gene...Gene...can you hear me,"repeatedly asking for response?"
Slowly coming too, Gene's eyes began to flicker, as the color entered back into her with-drawn face.
What happened, gasping for air, short breathed, as Francis placed the cold cloth on her forehead.
Gene you passed out, remember the finger we found in the dresser drawer, "Francis questioned?"
Yes, I do, who's finger could it be, as Gene quivered, while mystery followed her wandering thoughts?
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