THE ART OF FALLING
S.Riahjust like seeing her for the first time againjust can't let her go one directionon my way to see my mom chapter 1you began to feel like home
The ground rushed up to meet her, unforgiving.
Her head struck hard.
Darkness poured in like ink.
Somewhere far away, a car screeched to a halt.
A door slammed.
Footsteps.
Voices panicked, unfamiliar.
“Oh my God, call 911!”
“She’s not moving!”
“Don’t touch her, don't touch her!”
Nora didn’t hear them.
Didn’t feel the rain that had started to fall lightly, speckling the pavement with cold dots. Didn’t know blood was pooling beneath her, dark against the road.