The Unobserved Play

A mockery By Accipiter G. Goshawk He whispered the last line and lowered his arms, spent. For a second, he forgot where he was. He forgot the Rules. So, (fool) he smiled. And turned. Of course no one was there. The alley was empty. He remembered whispering and yelling, begging and cajoling. Some promised they'd … Continue reading The Unobserved Play

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