She glanced over to the baby asleep in her cradle. The baby, who was oblivious to his surroundings, completely oblivious to the silent torture of his mother. She arose from her chair and walked over to where the infant lay. As she watched him sleep, she noticed that the tiny hands were clenched, as if clutching something, anything. She gazed forlornly at the child as he slept, he moved suddenly, whimpering softly in his state of slumber bringing his mother out of her trance like condition. Once more the child moved and then he lay, quietly, motionless, still.

The mother retreated back to her chair again to continue her ongoing vigil, her mind drifted, until once more all that she could hear was the never-ending, clamorous 'tick, tock', of the gran

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Impetuously she began to run to an unknown destination. As the bitter night gradually drifted nearer to a dismal dawn she was still running, frantically searching for something. She glanced down at her bare aching feet, she noticed the blood... again she didn't care. Through the trees she ran recklessly. Once more the anonymous white light appeared as some kind of swirling vortex. Prepared to bring her to another world, another dimension, ready to carry her away from this merciless world of insanity and despair. Slowly, cautiously she walked towards it reaching out, but as she did she heard a desperate wail journey through the animated air.

dfather clock in the corner. Again she began her arduous wait.

Two months had passed since the accident that horrific night. Everything became clear in her mind - the broken windscreen, the wrecked car, but most vividly she remembered the seemingly endless red river of blood. She could hear the high-pitched screams in her mind similar to that of a banshee. The screaming sirens of the ambulance vans and police cars as they propelled down the road. She could see herself being guided from the annihilated wreck and into the ambulance. And then she pictured her husbands blood-stained face being covered by that formidable white sheet. "He's gone", they had told her, "I'm very sorry", they had said. For the first time since the accident she found herself being thrust into agonis

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