the blackthorns of chiswick house
27 Apr 2020
The first intake of breath hurt - stung like ice, in a body that was newly warm. It seemed to tear at his chest and lungs, he felt he could not do it again, but his body dragged in another breath, and another, and yet another, strung along by the force of living. He got used to the pain.
Cold air, cold, open air above him. It was dead silent. Jesse Blackthorn finally opened his eyes.
The unwilling resurrection of one Jesse Blackthorn.
- Part 1 of the blackthorns of chiswick house