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Roylsden #77


She's so still.
Is she breathing?
She is breathing.

That place again:
that dimly lit and faraway place that once felt so frightening now seems a sanctuary. It's a remote and inaccessible place without pain; a place that just holds voices, unrecognised voices, voices free from red razored agony. It is a place near and far, where pain is unknown.
Those voices again:
Can you feel how cold?
Rub her hands and arms.

Did the fire of Hell begin in your mouth and spread to your throat, I wondered. That's how it felt.
The voices suddenly cease.

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    Neville Hunt about 4 years ago

    Interesting! I was convinced that the last drabble was the last drabble Drew. It worked, albeit a shock ending. But now there’s more (rubs hands with glee!😋)

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    Drew Martyn about 4 years ago

    Cheers Neville :)

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