Joey crept forward another step then paused again, listening in the darkness. He glanced back at Timmy and Eric, or at least to where he believed they were, and thought that he could vaguely see the outlines of their heads interrupting the fence-line fifty paces back.
Poems, stories, and scraps — both new and old. [☆ = best stuff] [CLASSIC = written long ago]
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