Friday, 22 August 2008

the touch (55)

The girl gasped
her lungs fighting for oxygen.
Around her the group watched.
As one they reached out laying their hands on her struggling body.
Whimpering the girl lay rigid as they began to murmur and press their hands onto her.
The leader spoke
'and so we beseech thee, o lord, let her be healed.

3 comments:

KB said...

How do you always say so much with so few words? Me jealous. Great 55 x

Missy said...

Tim, wow boyo this is a great 55. Spooky too.

Have a great weekend.

Toadee said...

Karen, you need never be jealous, your writting draws such beautiful (sometimes sad) pictures in my mind.

Missy, thank you, the situation gives me the creeps more about that later.........