It seemed that every time I opened the door they were there. They followed me when I walked and even when I drove. They were everywhere. And, no, it wasn’t just my imagination since a few people commented on it.
The wings were beginning to drive me crazy. Why was I being shadowed so?
We all know what happened next, and the less said, the better.
Yep, lucky me, I was a survivor. A one in perhaps ten million survivor.
Only it wasn’t luck.
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Thanks for the reblog, Sue 🙂
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My pleasure, Trent.
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