Pursuit
The wings of their flying beasts thrum in the distance. The Others are out looking for Us. We’re always in hiding, but when we hear that sound we know they’re searching. From birth we were taught to run, hide, anything to get away when the wings beat that thunder.
But tonight I just want to lay down and wait to be caught. I’m so tired. I fall to the forest floor
“Kid, you awake?”
I lay still, unable to respond.
“Get him to a hospital. Goddamn. These guys want to live out here, good for them, but raising kids? Sick...”
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