The day that I nearly died
Jan 28th, 2009 | By Karl Rohde | Category: Fiction
“I remember the day that I nearly died” I said in a voice that sounded too thin in the small room. I looked at the man sitting across from me. The harsh florescent light made him look pasty, almost bland. He looked at me with his intense blue eyes, andx.“I remember the day that I nearly died” I said in a voice that sounded too thin in the small room. I looked at the man sitting across from me. The harsh florescent light made him look pasty, almost bland. He looked at me with his intense blue eyes, andx.
