Andrew Sinclair
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That Rusted Heart
We all dream, as often as we can. Even though we sometimes don't like what we see. There is a dark clouded child staring at me, from up top. My name is Caleb and I am in trouble. I know this because it's not usual to come to on a pebble beach, your head thumping, lungs burning with every wheeze and heave of your chest, whilst being glared at by a child with what seems to be a storm cloud thrashing above his head. Not usual at all.
By Andrew Sinclair3 years ago in Fiction