NERVES SEETHED IN her stomach. Rigid knots contorted and twisted in shapes that felt like she was going to have a stomach cramp.
Maybe I’m hungry…
Taking a deep breath, she reminded herself of the heroines in the stories she read. But then, she wasn’t in a story. There was no one constructing her life. If she failed it would her own weakness not a character arc.
Written: 15 Sept 2012