The Red Wolf
I whisper with a kiss to the top of her head, "my goddess."
From now on, sleep evades me, and I'm kinder glad, I don't wish or want to face or think about what I just dreamed again, or at least, not until I have to. So I just hold my Chilli firmly in my arm as she sleeps soundly. As she does I casually glance around the coach, observing the other passengers in their seats around us. They all seem like happy, ordinary people, and are taking very little notice of us. As I continue to scan the bus, I notice a red digital clock with today's date, high up just above where Steve sits. It reads,
01:32 twenty-five of February.
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