Amended first paragraph, Chapter 1

Julie McCullough


Swerving! Rolling!

‘Gorgeous flowers’, thought Grace, reaching out to touch.

Tumbling! Dirt!

“Ouch!” Short, jagged lantana thorns tore at her bare, bruised skin.

Pain! Screams!

They tore at her fractured heart and her crumbling resolve.

Petrol! BOOM!

What was next? Was she dead? Was this hell?

Face contorted in pain and frustration, she yanked her arm away before rubbing the fresh, reddening scratch that marked and stung her forearm. Wiping the dripping sweat from

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