Joe’s Interview on Huffington Post

She shifted her legs against the pervasive rain and wind and felt the long glass shard hidden in her jeans pocket press against her thigh, working through the material to pierce her skin, drawing blood. Her eyes began to water and she released an inaudible gasp as she shifted her legs again, feeling the glass slip away from her skin. They mustn’t know she had the weapon, for they would surely kill her.