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A Story by ben
So far, every
glance over to, finds empty seats and having firsthand knowledge of why this is,
the thought is lost as he steps around a shredded pla..
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A Story by ben
There is no hiding
the fact that Lilly is walking slower than usual and with him expecting this, considers
the leaf tightly packed within the tin re..
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A Story by ben
“This looks
like the street I used to live on.” She falls quiet then only to come back
around in saying to him, “He’s a good..
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A Story by ben
Onward they go
in taking on the slight rise and after reaching the end of it, having only one
way to go, the first building they see is a fire stati..
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A Story by ben
The exit is right
ahead of them when the yipping starts. High pitched, he is sure the sound will
carry. As it is, Lilly has already dropped to a kne..
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A Story by ben
Careful as to
not spend a lot of time on such a thought, in drifts a concerned face on the
verge of giving up. The promise made to the woman has him..
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A Story by ben
Pulling aside the
pot of greens and wild onion, once Lilly is done doing that, she looks to him and
says, “it’s almost ready.”
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A Story by ben
Having a soft
heart balanced against a hardened soul is not easy to carry. Adding another
branch to the fire, from out of the dark comes a moth. Fly..
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A Story by ben
The morning dew
permeates to where the level of discomfort is enough to bring him out of sleep.
Behind shuttered eyes, like he has done a thousand t..
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A Story by ben
No warmth to be
felt, what adds to this predawn discomfort is a stiff breeze saying hello with
a cold handshake and not liking the way it is hanging..
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