Becka Schmidt Ashcraft

Parallel

Parallel Becka Ashcraft “Nobody can hear a scream in space, or so they say.” The ruffle at the bottom of her skirt caught in the escalator as she neared the top of the second level. Desperate fists with white knuckles held tightly to her waistband as the fabric began to grow taught and stretch, fighting against her grip to escape into the metal step that disappeared into an unknown world.