He was on the run.
Down a flight of steps.
A fire exit.
They had traced him.
He knew it was dangerous.
Just not THIS dangerous.
Who would have thought it?
He was a journalist.
Not a terrorist.
Who would have known words could be so effectual.
Adrenaline flows.
He begins to see the positives.
If his writing has been ordered to be destroyed...
then it must be good. Right?
(Published in Fuss Magazine)
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