Slowly, she pulled back the covering to reveal a zatmeid (zat-made). These are seldom ever caught because they never stop moving. Mal-Nai was surprised she was able to catch it. As she thought this, it escaped knocking her through the room. She bounced about throughout, not knowing where she was or what was happening to her.
Mal-Nai’s arm was ripped through the glass window as her head ricocheted off the fireplace. She fell in a heap just past the woodpile. The zatmeid continued to move rapidly about the room while Mal-Nai lay there. Dweller arrived at the cottage, but was unable to enter because the door was blocked. He could see the zatmeid moving throughout the room, but Mal-Nai was not seen. He walked around looking in the windows. He saw the broken window and became concerned. He still could not see her. Dweller saw an open window in the loft. He climbed along the outside wall to the open window above. The window was small, but he was able to squeeze through. He made his way down the stairs. He kept hearing noise, but was unsure what was happening. He searched and found Mal-Nai, but he also saw the zatmeid as the source of all the noise . . .
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Lea G.
I was diagnosed with PTSD in 2000. I have struggled with panic attacks associated with this diagnosis for many years. I began writing this story while in treatment at The Center in the summer of 2017. It has provided an outlet for my anxiety and surprising much-needed healing. Archives
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