Flash Fiction # 241 -- Saving Everywhere. Part 25: Not Here
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As the men with the big rifles moved in closer, Edmond slinked his way back to the bed behind them. "I am a pillow, right? I can be a pillow."
"Edmond is a pillow," I said. "I am not here."
Lucy never looked our way. She'd shut down the truck, and opened the door when they ordered her to and she slid out, the door open wide, and me right there where they could see
As the men with the big rifles moved in closer, Edmond slinked his way back to the bed behind them. "I am a pillow, right? I can be a pillow."
"Edmond is a pillow," I said. "I am not here."
Lucy never looked our way. She'd shut down the truck, and opened the door when they ordered her to and she slid out, the door open wide, and me right there where they could see
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