Till we vanish
By NeonRebar on April 4, 2026 12:55 pm
The dusty floor boards of this flat seem to creak without either of us making a move. Late afternoon deep blues and smokey orange bleed through the blinds. Rush hour city noise filters through and theres that helicopter... seems to be hanging there not moving on.
We dont dare make any moves till full dark. We're on knife edge alert to everything, every sound, every glint of light.
This is the lather of life on the run. The odds are not in our favor but Im a restless, snarling pit viper to the bloody end. Ill take them all with me.
Just down the hall I think I hear that creak again. That copter is getting louder.
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