She was afraid and there was the smell of fear. It was the mixed up smell of the sweat and the tears she shed on impulse the tangled smell of the fear she sensed around her neck even rendering her hair soaking wet. At that very moment there was no other sensation that could make her feel more afraid than not knowing what to do. Seeking refuge in prayer she tried to suppress the fear.
You know what? In every household the light is on. But in some places such unspeakable things happen that... The moment it rises the sun fears of the dark!