Minutes for Miles.

Minutes for Miles.

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She knew it wasn't worth it, she knew what it would lead them to, she knew others have been destroyed doing the same. But, she believed him...... Believed him without a shred of doubt that she took a step.....a step this BIG! . . . 'Go!' he breathed. 'Never.' She cried cradling his head in her lap but, he took hold of her hand looking into her eyes. 'Please....' He whimpered. She knew it was now or never. She knew she had to do this, if not for her but, for him. So, she stood up before they reached her. 'I'll come back...f-f-for you.' She whispered with tears in her eyes and.... Left!
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In the quiet desert village of Dey, living among the sand dunes and mirages, existed an anomaly - me. I was different, born without the ability to read, write or keep long memories. My scientist father hailed my uniqueness as a miracle, but my life was far from ordinary. To the village, I was just an oddity, a walking puzzle with missing pieces. My only solace was my best friend, always standing by me, his unspoken love for me etched in his affectionate gaze. We lived under a cruel regime with a population no more than a hundred. Every year, one of us would be chosen on the Counting Day, a ceremonious banishing ritual, to become yet another outcast to the floating prison island far off in the ocean - our village's dreaded version of population control. Our past criminals, defiant to government, and more terrifyingly, our loved ones gone missing, were thought to inhabit that island, their fate, a terrifying enigma. This year, as the Counting Day approached unrelentingly, and my loved one's life rested on borrowed time, I made a decision. I volunteered to be casted out. It was my turn to face the unknown with a hidden purpose - to locate my lost father who was sent there years ago.

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