Mother Is Watching YouChapter 3
I woke as a tall brown-skinned youth. I must have been fairly young as I had no blue worms crawling across the backs of my hands and saw no liver spots. I lay on a stone beir, made of cold black granite. The walls and ceiling soared above me. I could barely see but a small horizontal slit window way up high that gave me enough light to make out shapes. I knew that The Mother held me fast so I didn’t panic. I swung my legs down to the floor where I found a pack bag under a necklace sporting a...