“It’s twenty-one minutes before the hour.”
The radio announcer’s voice is cheerful, but the words sound ominous. Before the hour of what. Death? I shudder.
It’s early morning when I hear this on the radio and my sleepy mind panics as I’m trying to think of everything I ought to do before I die.
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She swept her hair away from her face with the back of her hand. Her knees hurt. Every time she moved along the border, her knees hurt more.
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Continue reading… "The Sky Was A Brilliant Blue"“It’s twenty-one minutes before the hour.”
The radio announcer’s voice is cheerful, but the words sound ominous. Before the hour of what. Death? I shudder.
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