Hi there, my name is Laura Sharman. I am a journalist.
A Short Story: She held her belly and she cried. It was a strong sensation that was felt most internally, at what felt like the core of her stomach and spread through her veins awakening her arms and legs right through to her fingertips and to her littlest of toes.
I lay here in bed. I awoke early, it’s 6am. Last night, I learned the meaning of terror. To fear pain and trauma. To fear death.