Jeanie Middleton
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Tomorrow
The note inside the small purple felt bag had said “We’re heading south, you know where we’ll be”. He wiped away the sweat as it was rolling down from his temple and hoped he would find something to drink soon. His mouth felt as dry as the dusty dirt roads he was walking. Even now, in the dark of night, August in Alabama offered little relief from the heat. “At least there was a full moon out” he said aloud to himself “should make it easier to cross these fields.” With a deep breath, he took in his surrounding one more time and started walking.
By Jeanie Middleton3 years ago in Fiction