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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
I sat up with a jolt.
The world was throbbing.
Why was I shivering?
The scene in front of me began to focus, but didn’t make sense. A jumble of lines. Light shining from the ground.
I tried to stand, but my feet had no traction.
I looked down.
Red.
The red was wet with something cold and slick under it.
I looked around.
Light wasn’t shining from the ground, it was reflecting from it.
I closed my eyes.
A vision of another person in another place slipping on ice filled my head.
I fell back.
The world went dark.
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Word count = 100
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