Kara's Window

Kara's dissatisfaction with herself, with her station in life, and with the world as a whole has got her attempting to withdraw completely. Any exit looks good, and Kara just happens finds one in the darkest corners of her imagination. What first seems like an avenue toward inner peace becomes a nightmare when she realizes that she may not be able to return. Sometimes our strongest wishes become our own undoing. Find out if Kara can take back her wish in time to save her soul, by taking a look through Kara’s Window.

EXCERPT: 

Kara's eyes closed lightly. Her eyelids felt like feathers resting on her face. As her eyes inevitably closed fully, she felt a sensation to which she was unaccustomed. The typical, lonely feeling of closed eyes that she dreaded every night when she forced herself to attempt sleep, was not to be found. 

There was only a calming feeling of solace in the warmth that washed over her face. The serenity of warmth incarnate permeated even the light between her eyes and her shuttered eyelids. The feeling was welcoming and fully encompassing, and soon she was overtaken and enraptured in the experience, a willing participant in something greater than herself. 

The muscles of her hands, usually compulsively tight and wrought with anxiety, began to relax. Kara allowed the head of her wine glass to rest between her breasts. A tiny bit of red wine overflowed onto her chest and dipped slowly downward to her navel where it pooled, appearing like blood seeping from a cesarean section. 

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