Tor de Vries
Joined June 2021
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Bio
It's time for the stories in my head to leave the nest and fly.
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Questions at the Edge
They shot the American redhead first, the big Latino next, both in the head, and then shot me in the leg. With the panic around us, only Binti noticed my cry of pain. She saw me stumble to the floor, blood seeping through my jeans, and jumped up on the platform to kneel next to me. She slipped off her rucksack, pulled out a clean towel -- probably her last -- and pressed it hard into the wound. It wasn’t the first gunshot injury for either of us.
By Tor de Vries3 years ago in Fiction