A few familiar faces were in the crowd, but I couldn’t find the one I had prayed for, the one that filled my dreams.
I slowly let the voices around me seep into my consciousness. At first all I could distinguish was the urgency with which they spoke. I only cared that I was free, yet they had an endless amount of questions about the weeks I was missing.
“How were you taken?”
“What were you fed?”
“Were you beaten?”
“What did he tell you?”
“Did you think you could survive?”
The combination of the pain in my lungs, the cacophony of voices, and the crowd of people pressing in on me were simply too much. I felt a sharp pain in my chest and fell to the ground as the blackness swept over me.
(Write incorporating 3 words – expanded, move, new)
Cross posted on my author’s site – And Then What Happened?