Making Camp
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It had been a homestead, once. Now only the skeleton of the house remains, choked by weeds. It's as good a place to sleep as any, I suppose – hard to find someplace safe these days. There's too much danger in the world now. Too many dogs around.
Tonight I am not alone. Her empty eye sockets stare reproachfully at me as I pull apart the children's table to make a fire. “What?” I ask. “I’m only trying to survive.”
I hear them in the distance, baying like the animals they have become.
She gives me no reply.
About the Creator
Ash Taylor
He/Him
Bachelors of Media and Communications, currently battling my way through a Masters in Journalism. Working in radio telling stories, and writing on the weekend. Making my way through my 400 odd backlog of books.
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