Regina Walters

A Losing Game

She knew she needed to slow down. Slow down. Those two words were far reaching beyond the pavement she stared at before her. It was early, and hunger was causing her stomach to rub against her backbone. Just a couple more hours and she would be home. Food, a hot shower and her favorite pajamas would make her feel better. With any luck, the combination of those things would cast a magical spell and make the pain go away.