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  • Writer's pictureJames Kidac


Deep in slumber, it was the only refuge from the perpetual chase. In those pockets I had seen her but mostly in a twice removed vantage point. Still, there was something not considered surely? Stirred and sweaty, my eyes hovered at the entrance, boarded by cupboards and the locked gate. Wearily, there was an outline of Sparrow from the exposed top of the gate, looking at me with tears. I was too tired to fully gather, then my eyes shut and moments later, a bellowy chorus of voices. They were outside, the undead. Franticly, I checked the bearings from the shadows. She was gone.

#Personalblog #2017 #SparrowChase

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