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Roylsden #113

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Clint stared at her. His hand reached towards her, though it didn't feel like his hand. He felt as if he'd fallen into something deep inside himself and the hand he watched was something strange and alien. The body he occupied wasn't him- he didn't exist. And somewhere, deep inside, he felt as if he'd been cut adrift, like a small boat, untethered, which now drifted aimlessly on a swirling, hungry lake in a black and merciless night.
Yet somehow, amongst all his turmoil and fear, he leaned forward, saw her long, exquisite eyelashes and softly kissed both her eyes.

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    Neville Hunt over 1 year ago

    Aww! Lovely boy Clint. This series is so engaging Drew. It has me almost as anxious as Clint and Ma. The writing and use of language is beautiful and powerful. I could comment on every drabble for in each one there are one or two gems. I have no idea where it’s going, but that’s great too.🙂

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    Drew Martyn over 1 year ago

    Thank you very much Neville, I appreciate your comments and unstinting support mate :)

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    Christopher over 1 year ago

    Really great, Drew. I just got caught up. The way the story deftly maneuvers between suspense, action and tragedy, as well as the surrealism of the main character's unconscious mind, is a credit to its author.

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    Drew Martyn over 1 year ago

    Thanks Christopher, not just for the awesome comments but for sticking with the story. Much appreciated, as always :)

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