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A Story by ben
Mr. Jones shakes his head, “It’s more than that.”
“I was afraid that you might say that.”
“Whatever is comi..
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A Story by ben
Her left alone, Mr. Jones says to Cotton, “What do you
figure, another day?”
“Might be a stretch after. No telling these days.&r..
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A Story by ben
Pushing off his haunches, Mr. Jones walks out to the edge
of the campsite. Having a look in either direction, he walks back and after
dropping to a ..
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A Story by ben
Savoring the water trickling over her lips, the film on her
teeth is gritty that has her wishing she had her toothbrush. It is the little
things lik..
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A Story by ben
Outside of this is her constant awareness of being miles
from what she calls home.
Not now, is what she tells herself. The soreness needs
to go ..
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A Story by ben
Why, she thinks in her head. That life is gone, and it does
her no good to cry for it changes nothing. It hurts though, those tiny ripples
of yester..
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A Story by ben
“I got a bad feeling is all.”
“Like I said, it is too late for that.”
The other looks off to the horizon showing off the..
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A Story by ben
Sliding down the embankment,
her chance of getting away comes bursting in until she pictures Jimmy’s bulging
eyes and that long strand of sali..
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A Story by ben
With every step being like the last, the change of everyone
coming to a stop throws her off. Tense in standing around, the man who is
running the sh..
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A Story by ben
The pain felt comes in jagged pieces of mom being knocked
to the floor all the while she is kicking and screaming to be let go until she has
no ..
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