Carl’s left arm was pinned beneath his twisted torso and his legs came to rest awkwardly with his right foot entangled in the wooden stretchers of his fallen armchair. A faint pulse echoed the last pumping motion of his heart’s chambers, and then even that last imperceptible sign of life was gone.…
I raged to gain control of the moment and escape the possible grim destination of my spinning metal death carriage. My rhythmic chant to deny death filled the car’s cabin with an all-out scream. “I’m not gonna die! I’m not gonna die!” …
Oh crap, so this is what it’s like to have a heart attack! I was still balancing a hot tuna melt in my left hand on an oversized dinner plate. My entire body was constricted. My legs were pressing my upper body into the door jamb between my kitchen and den.…
