Friday, October 21, 2005

The Call ( my attempt at nano-fiction )
It is pitch dark and the landscape - tough and rugged. He moves towards the barbed fence with surety and stealth. He could almost smell freedom. Freedom from a life of pain, misery and persecution. The inexorable call of the promised land.
A sudden metallic shrill pierces the deathly silence. A searing pain wracks his body and then darkness overcomes.....

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