OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN
Linda lifts her face to the night sky.
The clouds part to reveal the moon,
A light reserved for night creatures.
Sand swirls around her
as laughter floats in the wind.
She runs to the boardwalk
as footsteps echo behind her.
Will I make it home in time?
She races along the path.
A shadow detaches from between the palm trees.
She runs into a hard chest.
“What are you doing here alone?”
Todd asks.
She isn’t afraid of him.
Or is she?
THE DEAD GAME
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