Tracey King Rice
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I am a later in life writer who has gone through grief, healing, and finding joy again. I love helping others do the same and look for the yay in every day!
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Regardless and Forever
Gracie tried to open her eyes but her head was spinning and she was shaking. The more she moved, the sicker she felt. She forced her eyes open enough to realize it was dark other than small flashes of light flickering in the windows by her head and as she laid there, she tried to clear her mind and remember where she was. She couldn’t remember anything. Finally, she turned and sat up, her head spinning more for what felt like minutes. Once she was able, she looked around and saw the light was coming from a large window to her right, and the shaking hadn’t been coming from her. It was the train. She was on a moving train and had no idea why.
By Tracey King Rice3 years ago in Fiction
Regardless and Forever
Gracie tried to open her eyes. Her head was throbbing and she was shaking, and the more she moved, the sicker she felt. She forced her eyes open enough to realize it was dark other than small flashes of light flickering in the windows by her head and as she laid there, she tried to clear her mind and remember where she was. She couldn’t remember anything. Finally, she turned and sat up, her head spinning for what felt like minutes. Once she was able, she looked around and saw the light was coming from a large window to her right, and the shaking hadn’t been coming from her. It was the train. She was on a moving train and had no idea why.
By Tracey King Rice3 years ago in Fiction
