The thing that struck me useless was the fact that wasn’t all I saw in my dream. A split seond before the car sped by, earth spewing out gravel and wind taking a vengeance; I saw the black-haired boy, Just as I had seen him two nights ago. Or was it three?
Funny how time passes when you’re being held hostage.
Was he there in a dream just like me?
Did our minds’ interstitial worlds intertwine for just a few moments?
Is he nearby?
Is he even looking for me?
That question I answered immediately.
Yes. He had to be. At least, I needed to tell myself that.
Even more important, what did he have to do with my son?
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Trespasser
FantasySean Markwell has a power. Join him as he discovers it. Join him as he discovers his past. Join him as he discovers himself.
