Oh God, it was happening again. Every damn time she picked up the book.
She
fell to her knees.She clutched her chest. The room disappeared around
her and in it's place was wide open blue skies. Crows by the dozens
flew overhead.Their annoying caw echoed through her bones making her
tremble.
She closed her eyes. She knew what was coming. In just
mere moments her chest would be pierced by their arrows.This time
though was different. This time her skin bore marks of blood as if a
knife had danced across her delicate skin.
She hung her head and
waited. In moments this terrible experience would all be over and
maybe if she was lucky she could forget it. On baited breath she waited
for the room to swallow her up, for her to be back in her home.
Silently she counted to ten, nothing.
The insufferable caws of
crows could still be heard. The shouts of men and rifles sounded. Why
in the hell hated she slipped back to own time? Why was she still here?
How in the hell was she going to explain herself or even begin to try?
More importantly, how was she going to get back home to her own time?
Could she?
She looked up and realized she was doomed to a fate worse then daydreaming.