June 15, 2010
a catalogue of fear, 6
Old enough to be outside for once, I watched the cousins create a goddess out of boxes and a chair. When it came time for them to leave, the wind snapped a branch against the glass. The open-mouthed terror they fell with down the stairs erased the chance to hear the sound. It was effortless how they struggled to outrace each other from their fear.
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Deron, this series is so good it’s scary.
I see what you did there.
True, too.