My mother sat down, clasped her hands under her chin casting her penetrating eyes on me and asked, “Whose is this?”
Suddenly, my face and ears had a temperature of their own. Hot. Fear and guilt gripped me tighter than bark on a tree. “Rob’s,” I said.
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Man on the Run
The man knew of the violence in this city and figured the people were so bad, they didn’t deserve to hear the warning of the pending disaster. Let them die, he thought. Because there was nothing appealing about his assignment or the people to whom he was to deliver the warning, he secretly decided to forgo the assignment altogether.