QUOTE : Life is a fragile thing. You hold it in your hand for but a moment. Each heartbeat is a victory over death’s questing fingers and an escape from his skeletal grip. I’d felt him a time or two run a frozen finger down my back or across my cheek, a seductive caresses promising surcease from the pain of life. I’d welcomed him with open arms on occasion over the past few years, but he always teased me, toyed with me, moving on with the promise to return another day. Other times I’d fought him off, clinging onto the last vestiges of life with ripped fingernails.