Sunday, December 10, 2017

The lights are off but the room is illuminated every few minutes by flashes of lightning. Bram sits on the floor, holding a mug in his hand as he stares at the black sky and pouring rain. Inside, it is safe. Inside it is dry.

Another flash of lightning, and his eyes narrow. Standing, he places the cup on a small table near the glass door.

"Casey," he murmurs as he slides the door open in one violent motion. The dog perks immediately from the shadows and pads to her master's heels. She follows him without hesitation out into the rain.


Jamie Scott - unbreakable

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