She’d slipped her hand into his at some point, though he did not know when.
It was small and soft, he held it, not too tightly. Their arms swinging forward and back.
They would be home soon. She would be back with her people. Saved, if not safe.
He would stay too, the silent shadow. Watcher, protector, silent foreboding statue.
They’d given him the home, a seemingly generous and selfless boon.
His reputation had frightened them, perhaps that’s why they’d offered it to him.
Once the request had come from her father’s house, all had been made apparent.
He heard the bird, that was not a bird. The call from her father’s sentinel.
They passed between the ancient steel skeletons that once housed people.
The ghosts within the skeletons, hundreds of years old, paid them no mind.
The message was being sent. She was returning and him with her.
The old man, the young girl, walking hand in hand smiled at each other.
The pocket of civility in this rabid world growing closer with every step.
Their pace quickened, hands clasped, their arms swinging back and forth.
Hey all I hope everyone is enjoying the micro stories. There’s a new podcast up today over at The Perilous Podcast. This week Angie and I are talking about the moon landing hoax conspiracy as well as flat earthers. Check it out, it’s a half hour of good fun and spirited debate.
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