Gwen stirred under the skateboard printed sheets.
Water.
Water.She was back at Lacey’s party, reliving the frozen nightmare.
The champagne flute tips upside down.
The champagne flute tips upside down.Nothing comes out. Gwen runs a finger over her chapped lips. Tries to swallow the dry lump in her throat. Can’t.
Nothing comes out. Gwen runs a finger over her chapped lips. Tries to swallow the dry lump in her throat. Can’t.Under the motionless flames of tiki torches, her statue friends wait to be woken. Each holding a macabre position no human has ever sustained. Jose’s dead brown eyes are open wide in terror. Nearby, Zach is a marionette suspended in the air, his face so contorted and twisted she jerks away.
Under the motionless flames of tiki torches, her statue friends wait to be wo
