FEARLESS MEMOIR: 'World's Fair' (Chapter 18)
Category: WELLNESS
My feet refused to move; they were glued to the ground. I looked down at them and said out loud, "Move, damn it! Why won't you move?" But they wouldn't budge. It was at this moment that I realized I was terror-stricken -- gripped in the claws of fear.
By James Stack, Contributor
Novelist, poet, memoirist and playwright., 2012-09-22