Reentering the Past - 7, Hospitality
Sara's lungs burned; the invisible accompanying dagger stabbed her side with each breath. Despite her overheated body, she shivered. Sharply spinning of her left leg, the good one, in an alley, she collapsed. Her stomach growled in its now routine twisting torment as burning in her lungs coupled with the electricity shooting up her left leg. The saddest part of the sudden police crackdown at Lucky Beggar's Corner was that she had not taken one bit of the Jiaozis she stole. Sara shut her eyes as the need to catch her breath dominated her fatigued body. The stabbing sensation faded to the background only to be replaced by her legs' protests over their recent activity. What would she give to stop out that constant implanted blade and shocks.
A male voice yelled "I think we lost them, Officer Huang!"
"Keep looking." A new male voice replied, far more aggressively. A chill rushed up her spine. Her shaking from fear joined the shivers plaguing her body.
Sara's heart raced. Did she have the s