Descending into the hollowed concrete ribcage of the city
He paused, eyes blinking fast as they adjusted
To the flickering fluorescent lights which failed to illuminate
The murky sour tasting darkness
His grip tightened on battered suitcase as he tugged
On his little sisters’ hand in desperation.
When there is no escape above
… there is always below.
© NopeNotPam
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This is such a moving story Deb. Excellent
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Thanks Sadje
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Very timely
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Which is something I truly regret
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forlorn and eerie, create to that sensation with so few words!
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Thanks Kate, just not feeling it this week 🙁
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well you certainly made an impact with this one Deb … we’re all struck hard by the current situation 😦
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