Thirty-nine

For the briefest second, Jasmine felt like she was actually the messiah. She had played the role to perfection and in turn the children of a crazy Asian man who had the effrontery to put her only child up for sale to a Russian troop that actually wanted to kill them for revenge!

My father my father! She remembered how her mother would wail when as kids she and her sisters would misbehave. She imagine looking up to the heavens in her own turn and crying out same. They say desperate times call for desperate measures: this time called for if not grace, a miracle. She needed a miracle. It was definite, there wasn't possibly anything that could save her if not a miracle.

Her head pounded as She slowly blinked open her eyes. Darkness! How familiar. She thought to herself. Wether she had been safe or not, darkness had become very familiar to her lately.

She wondered what time it was. It could have been bright and gleaming sunlight middle of the day. She couldn't tell. She attempts moving