Paralyzed

 I watch the van pull away. An eager voice from behind me sings, “Can I have your autograph?” I’m about to refuse when I feel a prick in my neck. I collapse into a heap of striped spandex and leather onto the cold sidewalk. I hear and see everything around me, but I’m paralyzed. -Tigress […]
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Published on June 05, 2017 04:00
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