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The car jolted.
Her weary eyes
opened slowly
Like mechanical shutters
Flickering through trees,
the dying sunlight
stabbed at her sight
with golden shards.
Mouth dry
Limbs weak
Clothes damp
Daddy?
A stench of sweat
Lingered in tobacco air
Made her cough
Made her gag
Where's Daddy?
she croaked
Muffled laughter
Gon...
Thursday 28th January 2021 12:00 pm
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