While A is away, the blog still gets to play. Please welcome Marie Ann Bailey, from 1WriteWay.

Brittany woke to the sharp odor of damp soil and something else, something familiar, something sweet.  She tried to stretch out her legs.  Her feet touched a solid barrier before her legs were fully straight.  She was lying on her right side, in a fetal position.  She tried to lift up but, again, she met with a barrier.  She opened her eyes wide but it was dark all around her.  Her throat tightened and she felt a rising hot bubble of panic coming up from her stomach.  She was in a box of some kind.  Soil beneath her, wood on the sides and above her.  She stretched out her hands and felt around the small, close space.  The smell of the soil and the “something else” was adding to her panic.  She…