As we walked through the
deserted streets the little girl stuck by my side.
Her name was… Nora.
She had liked my
sister. So, by default, she liked
me.
The other adults didn’t
have the patience for Nora.
I did.
My sister had cared for
her. My sister had cared about her.
That was enough.
She grabbed my hand,
huddled close to me as we walked.
Even in the daylight the
city terrified her.
To her, the creatures
never slept, they always lurked.
Those things that had
stolen her parent, her older brother, they were always there.
“I’m tired.”
Nora rubbed her
eyes.
I was, too.
How long until we found somewhere to rest?
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