Meet a writing friend of mine, Tina Jordon. Her style of writing always leaves me spellbound and wanting to read more: Hazard I balance myself with my gloved right palm firmly pushing against the coldness of the stone wall as I rally what grace I possess, then descend. The walkway is veiled by a thin layer of snow, packed tightly by the afternoons foot travelers, and left as a formidable challenge to one such as myself; in retrospect, I think that I have selected my footwear poorly. I cannot turn back; there will be no train back to the country until late morning tomorrow, and the night air is growing more frigid with each breath. To remove my heeled boots and walk in stocking-clad feet would be dangerous folly as well, so I navigate each move downward with concentrated caution. Something heavy has attached to my eyelash, causing me to stop and curse The latest assault of swirling snowflakes as they drift downward like ice fairies. Two minutes and thirty-one steps later, I grossly miscalculate my bearings. The fall is so sudden and decisive that I havent time to grasp at what isnt There anyway. My head comes to rest with the hardened snow just as my Heart acknowledges that the empty street will be sole witness to my debacle. A sob escapes my throat, floating out into the darkness and transmuting into A million and one tiny shards of crystalline pain. It echoes in cruel teasing tones. The onyx curtain falls on my consciousness and a stray cat sings into the void. I drift upward and float, alternating between the dulling ache emanating from The base of my skull and the scent of something or someone deliciously familiar. My cheek is rubbing against something that gives way to a tickle affecting a Tentative opening of one eye.....I surely have died..... cradled and carried By an Angel....or perhaps I am dreaming that this nightmare has turned tide. I hear a door closing behind me....or was that the throbbing in head once more? The light is nearly unbearable for an instant as I feel something soft at my back. I fully adjust my focus and see, kneeling before me, a mixture of fear and Relief in your weary eyes before you remark on my choice of winter fashion. Her book, called Red Veil can be purchased on Amazon using the following link: amazon/Red-Veil-Tina-Jordan/dp/1493674404/ref=la_B00K3PV44I_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1402786498&sr=1-1
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