Saturday, February 28, 2015

WEWRIWA Submission 3-1-15

“Stop it,” he snapped.

Silence had returned, but not after the insubstantial being let out a tiny chortle at his frustration.

He wrought a shaky hand through his disheveled hair. He hadn’t slept for months, not that it really made a difference.  No matter how hard he tried, he still awoke feeling like Hell had shoved him into an iron maiden, and tossed it down a steep hill. His mind taunting him with flashes of the nightmares he left behind.

Explosives? Inconceivable. Far too much collateral damage, and there is no need to get the innocent involved in this conflict.


Pre-Contract dilemmas....

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