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Flash Fiction #206 -- Escaping Somewhere Else, Part 41: The End

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Lord Cayman and Ellin held back the enemy while Maggie and Davis rushed the last of the others through.

"Edmond -- run for the door," I ordered. 

"No."

I could have argued with the cat, of course.  Instead, we all retreated, pressing in close to the people going through the door.  Potilia had realized we would soon escape, and I knew she wasn't going to give up and let us go

Flash Fiction #205 -- Escaping Somewhere Else, Part 40: Door

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The magic threw Edmond off her shoulder, but he swept away on the winds with a maniacal cat laugh that probably had Ellin rethinking that gift of wings.  He did, however, have Potilia's attention, and while she brought lightning up to strike him from the sky, the rest of us had our chance to take her by surprise.

I was still thinking, given what happened with Edmond's

Flash Fiction #204 -- Escaping Somewhere Else, Part 39: Potilia

                                                                                                                                                                                                               










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I was damned tired of falling and all the things that shoved or pushed me.

I yelled and saw Ellin sailing down -- at first, I thought he'd fallen as well.  Then he

Flash Fiction #203 -- Escaping Somewhere Else, Part 38: Bridge Redux 2

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We didn't rush across the bridge as fast as we had down into this tunnel.  I was glad because I didn't think the bridge would hold up to that kind of treatment.  I walked in the lead.  They apparently thought I knew something.  Well, I guess I did.  I knew that this was a dangerous place.

The little creatures that had set me up for the sacrifice were stunned to silence when

Flash Fiction #202 -- Escaping Somewhere Else, Part 37: Bridge Redux

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Flash Fiction #201 -- Escaping Somewhere Else, Part 36: Decisions

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The clicking of teeth and the buzz of the wings filled the air as the black creatures filled the air.  Somewhere that other huge thing howled, and it didn't sound any happier than we were.

And I wondered, suddenly, where Sheriff Creston -- Uncle Darman -- had gone.  I had not seen him since we arrived in this wonderland of disasters, but I had the feeling he might be close.

Flash Fiction #200 -- Escaping Somewhere Else, Part 35: Escape

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Flash Fiction #199 --Escaping Somewhere Else, Part 34: Desperation

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Flash Fiction #198 --Escaping Somewhere Else, Part 33: Trust

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Flash Fiction #197 --Escaping Somewhere Else, Part 32: Inside

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