#8sunday 16/04/10 The Runaway 5

Greetings, Weekend Writing Warriors!  These are the next 10 sentences in  my WIP about a boy who escapes from a medical facility in a time and place far from here. Blagdan falls asleep, and dreams. (I have included the last two sentences of last week’s post for continuity.)

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The Actor wore the dream like a cloak. Wrapped in its dark folds it was enthralled and appalled by the events playing out.

A small, dirty boy was crouched in the shell-battered remains of a large communal dwelling. The boy was afraid. He was hiding. Trying to be small like the ever-present scampering rodents, he breathed shallowly through parted lips.

His frail, hungry body stretched taught at the unmistakeable sound of a mechanical maneuvering the rubble strewn street. His body ran blistering hot, then freezing cold while he hovered there, ready for pointless flight.

You never got away from a mechanical.

Once you moved, you were as good as dead.

© Kim Magennis 2016

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© Kim Magennis 2016

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Your comments or impressions are always very welcome. Please, drop me a word or two. Alternatively, please let me know you were here by clicking on the ‘like’ button below.

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