I don't remember much just hitting the harsh cold concrete with so much force that I should have died... But I didn't. There are so many questions that I don't have the answers to, questions that shouldn't need to be asked. Some how no one heard me hit the pavement, or maybe they did? I mean how could I know I was unconscious.
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When The Snails Came
Short StoryIt was a misty Saturday night, in the little village of Hathan...