“Too tight.” she whispered. “I can’t breathe. I can’t see! Too tight!” Her labored breathing echoed in the tiny room.
She looked wildly about. Nothing was clear under the dingy bulb that swung loosely on its chain overhead. Her movements caused the shirts and jackets overhead to catch in her hair. Spasms of pain shot down her back.
She scrabbled and tore at the skin of her face and it split like ribbons under her sharp finger nails. Her blood soaked the collar of her filthy blouse as her breathing became ragged.
“Finally free.” The words dribbled from the corner of her mouth as her final breath rattled from her chest.
The locks clicked open on the tiny closet and the man in the mask looked down at her sodden body. He cursed her, “Damn it. Now I need a new one.”
You are the one who opens the car door. You are the one who waits patiently… your face reflected in the mirror.
You exist in the nightmares of every cyclist as they see that reflection right before they slam into that car door.
Your sardonic grin is the last thing they see before the pavement blocks their view. Your exhaust is all they smell as they lay there in the street.
This is the excerpt for your very first post.
Welcome everyone to jongraylang.com, the website of the fiction writer, ukulele playing fencer, Jon Gray Lang. A.K.A. yours truly.
This is the next step in my adventure in writing. This is the blog that I will use to document my travels through this adventure.
I’ll be leaving bread crumbs made from the short stories that populate my mind, my thoughts on the writing experience, news about my work as I strive forward.
I am sure that along the way, there will be missteps in formatting, writing and other things with no name and I apologize now for these inevitabilities.
I am sure that I will share bits about my journeys through music, madness and mayhem.
Now back to making this thing work, A.K.A. me.