Monthly Archives: January 2016

Dark State

Mother cursed them. She didn’t understand. Not really. The secret police were but tools. Rough tools that cut both ways.

I tripped on the curb. My pajamas soaked through. My knee throbbed in pain as my slipper floated away.

A heavy hand wrenched me to my feet. Shoving, I stumbled forward. Continue reading Dark State

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