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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 →

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.

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 →

Men. Dark men in dark coats. Pointing, shouting, and running at him. “Stop where you are!” “Hold you place, sir!” “Come on, keep up the pace” she says, Looking back and smiling at him. He can’t smile back, he has … Continue reading →

He couldn’t help to stand up. And run. His legs began to scream at him. His body had dulled with time. She pulled him along. He could not help but to keep up. Noises behind him. He looks back.

The glass stung his face, and hands, and arms. He crashed into the ground. Rolling, rolling, slam! He looked up. She stood there, above him looking down. Why does she shine like that, he thought. “Get up, now.” she said. … Continue reading →

“Anywhere…Now!” she said. The door broke open. Two men stood there. Glazed mirrors over their eyes. Fire behind them. Fire and smoke. She grabbed his arm. They crashed out the window. Someone did see us, he thought.

“Hmmmmmmm.” He said while pondering. She waits…waits…waits. “Well come on silly.” she says. “Huh?” he says, stirred from his mental slumber. “Get packing, we have a long way to go?” “Packing? For what?” “To go, we have to go, soon … Continue reading →

He opens the door and steps in side. He closes the door and turns to look at her. “We are home.” he says. “Not yet.” she says. “Oh?” “Yes, we are not home yet.” “Where is home?” “A long way … Continue reading →

“Someone is always watching.” “No they’re not.” she said. “Oh?” he asked. “They can’t see me.” she said. “Oh?” he asked. “Only you can see me, your eyes are open, that is why we picked you.” she said. “We?” “Yes.”