I am almost too tired to write now.

The healing process takes a lot of energy and I find that sleep is difficult to maintain. Whilst I have no choice but to lie here and rest my body, my mind will not leave me be. Everytime I close my eyes, I see him again. His face swimming in the depths of the darkness, his cold blue eyes staring into my soul; judging, mocking, accusing. I cannot escape it.

   Jenn picked up the counter, holding it to the light to study it briefly. A small piece of white marble carved in the shape of a horses head, the details of the eyes, nostrils, mouth and mane picked out in gold leaf; it was a gaudy thing, but nevertheless beautiful. She much prefered its counterpart; onyx chased with silver. Placing the piece carefuly back on the board, she laid her hands palm down on the table and leaned over to regard the set in silence.