Wiggle Room — Christina Engela

“James Booth's eyes flickered open. The lights were blinding. He remembered the car accident. He remembered the dog running into the road ahead of him, swerving, the screeching of brakes, a tree on the side of the road �" the awful jarring impact. He couldn't remember anything after that. Till now. He couldn't move. Well, he could a little. He could �" well, he could wiggle some. And then he heard the footsteps… the feint distant clicking of heels…”