Des Roundtree

The Room Where It Happened

The unforgiving cement rested beneath the soles of her boots, its grit made them crunch against the floor.  She knew she couldn’t feel it but somehow she could, her feet could still feel the ache from the cold.  Tears began to nip at the back of her eyes as she turned and took in the place where she spent six hundred sixty-seven days fighting for her life.