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Stanvert (26)
“Come on, time to jump.” she says. He hesitates. She gently pulls against him. He looks at her. She smiles at him. Why not, he thinks. He steps forward. And plunges down.
Stanvert (25)
A large metal grate stands in front of them. The “water” rushes by their feet, out the grate, and down, down, down, the crash can be heard softly below. She bends the bars aside.
Stanvert (24)
Some little girl huh? Maybe I am asleep. But then, when was I awake. “You’ve never been awake.” she says. “I’ve never been awake?” he asks. “Nope, not ever. Poor city people. Never been awake ever.” she says. “Here, we’re … Continue reading
Stanvert (23)
What was I doing? What am I doing now? Following some little girl? Through a sewer? Some shining little girl, who can bend bars, break windows, and throw me around like a rag doll.
Stanvert (22)
To sleep, to dream. Of nothing more, than day in day out, eyes at the ground, feet on the ground, shuffling, sitting, moving, where to? where was I going?
Stanvert (21)
I might die… I might die… Why might I die… “Why might I die?” he asks. “Shhhhhhh, quiet now.” she says. I don’t want to die. I don’t think I’m asleep. Am I?
Stanvert (20)
“It’s not safe inside anymore?” he asks. She stops, turns, and looks at him. “It wasn’t safe to begin with Stan” she says. “You’ve been living in a dream.” “When we go outside, you might wake up.” “I might wake … Continue reading
Stanvert (19)
They trudge forward. “Where are we going?” he says. “Outside the city” she says, smiling back at him. Outside the city? he thinks. He stops. I’ve never been outside. he thinks. “I…we…can’t go outside.” he says. “It’s not safe inside … Continue reading
Stanvert (18)
They hear shouts and footfalls echo into the sewer. They slosh along. The light dims. He shivers. She leads the way. Dark, dank, cold, and wet. He shivers again. Where are we going? he thinks.
Stanvert (17)
They stop suddenly. He trips, stumbles, falls. She pulls him into a drain. The bars are bent aside. He blinks and looks at her. She smiles while bending the bars back. “Come on.” she says. She takes his hand and … Continue reading
