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"Well, this is my home, Zain," I said as I opened the door to my house. I reached around the door frame for a light switch, and soon the room was illuminated by the softly glowing fluorescents above. Zain was silent as I put down my briefcase and car keys and took off my jacket. He seemed to just be taking in the new surroundings, so I let him be for a while.
"You have a very nice home, Mr. Koda," Zain told me after a few minutes.
"Thanks, Zain. Make yourself at home," I said, now walking past my living room and into the master bedroom down the hallway as I loosened my tie. "I'm gonna go change clothes, Zain. You can watch
Tiny ArmyGrey clouds fill the sky,
Cold winds chill my skin,
The sounds of howling rushing past my ears,
They worked in unison today.
I looked up to the sky,
And to my amazement,
Watched a tiny, watery army,
come down upon my body.
They pelted me with blows,
Hitting me as hard as they could.
They chilled me to the core,
Soaking me through and through.
A General above gave out the orders
By way of the howling wind,
And sent down more troops
With the clouds as his carriers.
I sought out shelter by any means,
A brick wall?
Yes, the tree shall suffice.
They kept coming down harder,
More soldiers trying to attack me.
But I, be
Reenactment: An ExcerptZain put his finger on one book, and pulled it out. It was one of Shakespeare's most famous works, Romeo And Juliet. He flipped past a few pages, and began reciting a few lines.
"Oh, speak again, bright angel, for thou art as glorious to this night, being o'er my head, as is a winged messenger of heaven unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes of mortals that fall back to gaze on him, when he bestrides the lazy puffing clouds and sails upon the bosom of the air." Zain stopped reading, and looked at me, a smile on his face. "Do you know what was said next?"
I simply crossed my arms and leaned against the door frame, listening to Zain's little
PREY NO MOREPREY NO MORE
Rope dug into Patrick’s wrists as he struggled to free his hands. His hot, damp breath washed over his face, trapped by the fabric sack secured over his head.
A floorboard creaked. Patrick froze, his back rigid against the chair, and strained his ears. Another creak.
“Hello?” he called.
The sound of swishing fabric.
“Who’s there? Where am I? Why’d you bring me here?” Blurred memories swam through his mind: drinking at the bar; stumbling home; a shadow sweeping out from an alley.
Fingers grasped his chin and jerked his head upward. “Hush.” A woman’s voice.
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