by Colleen Foley
I heard Seth move up the stairs as I gripped
the withered framework of a chair and hauled myself out of the muck. I
sat astride it with my arms on the back, gasping for clean air. The
same finger that had stroked my lips now began to snake across my boot,
as if still searching for me. I flung it away with a kick and started
up the stairs after my brother.
No matter what happened, I
wouldn’t leave him alone. He was about to face his worst nightmares
come true. I had to try to help.