The Taste of Fear Fear tastes rancid in my mouth; sour as milk that’s been left on the countertop too long. It rises like a Colorado river when a summer storm flashes–unexpected and dangerous. Too many nights, fear visited beneath the shadow of darkness....
Electricity surged from my arms into my fingertips like an overactive bug-zapper in the Florida Everglades. My body temperature seemed elevated–ears burning, cheeks hot while an invisible weight crushed my chest making it difficult to fill my lungs or breathe....
