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He walked cautiously, his eyes peeled and his heart pounding. The only sound in the streets besides the creaking of the winding trees were his footsteps against the damp and cracked sidewalk.
He wasn't quite sure why, but he felt like he was waiting for someone, as if he was breaking rules. Like this couldn't be allowed—like admonishment awaited him if he were caught.
The further he went, the more his mind wandered, getting lost in the rich landscape that lived inside of it, and slowly the stress uncurled itself from his chest.
Oh this freedom—it was a strange thing.
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Short StoryFlash Fiction ● A form of fiction that "communicates via caesuras and crevices. There is no asking more, no premise of comprehensiveness, because flash fiction is a form that privileges excision over agglomeration."
