Catching Shadows
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Last published Sun, May 24, 2015
My every instinct was to run. I guess that was what I was used to, running. Running from people is what I'm most good at. I've had a lot of practise at being invisible, but running from danger isn't really my thing! My mom used to say that I was a danger magnet and that she would have a hard time keeping me safe when I was little. I didn't understand then but now it is all clear. I could feel fear pricking me at every angle. I didn't want to move but I could feel myself doing it anyway. For once in my life my path was clear. I knew what I had to do. Even if that was completely insane....
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