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Saloon

by ryan-clark

I stare into a mid day sky yet there is no sun in sight. The canopy hides all from us except the heat burning our hides. Our clothes are four days soggy; Our stomachs cry out in pain despite a bounty of subsistence for hunger yields to impending danger. There be dragons in this Jungle after all. Agents of evil working in the dark hunting us as we hunt them. We forgo the beauty of this scene. Ignore the music playing amongst the trees, a joyous festival not meant for us the tensions are high the path rough Suddenly the carnival is silenced a covenant broken by a single crash. Commemorated by a yellow white flash T'is a still moment illuminated in time. A searing pain blowing through my mind; I am reclaimed by the land I've fallen upon. Back home my young wife cries. My only question... Why?
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ryan-clark
American
Published
Aug 31, 2017
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2m
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