Elizabeth Mueller is hosting a Breaking all the Rules Blogfest today! This is a first draft of mine. My pet peeve, amongst everything else--punctuation. LOL Don't care. = - )
It was bright outside, the sun high overhead. It was hot inside the car. The windows were rolled up; the whining sound of forced air came in short drifts into the car through the vents.
I could hear the whining of an engine; the wisp of the air as we drove through an unknown landscape I was unaware of where I was and where I was going. I could feel the heat. Sweat drenched my shirt stuck to my chest; my hair matted against my forehead and then recollection swept over me in a wave that consumed me into a dark abyss. I could not focus; memories flooded in and out in tune with the darkness that bound me.
Was it possible to be both dead and alive?
My eyelids were heavy. My head felt like iron. I could not move it for my neck could not carry it. I could not move my hands. Pain rose up through my arm and into my shoulder; my legs were heavy and my face was numb. I could not feel the sun on my face, although my eyes squinted in the light; I could not feel the air in my face although I could hear it against the car; but I could smell the blood.