Smoke was choking me and the fire was licking my face, making me gasp.
There was the experience of feeling death without dying that came from watching a chicken leap about blindly after its neck had been snapped by a quick twist of my fathers wrist.
Smoke was choking me and the fire was licking my face, making me gasp.
There was the experience of feeling death without dying that came from watching a chicken leap about blindly after its neck had been snapped by a quick twist of my fathers wrist.