Storygram #29
He headed north, with his six year old daughter asleep in the backseat. She was tough, and he knew she would be fine. He wasn’t as sure about himself.
He headed north, with his six year old daughter asleep in the backseat. She was tough, and he knew she would be fine. He wasn’t as sure about himself.
For eight years they had managed to stay hidden from the bands of rebels roaming the aftermath. But they found them.
The legendary man who won’t die. His hero. His mentor. “I’m not telling you where he is.” She laughed too hard for his liking.
Three minutes. Peter looked out the window. Neighbors were running to their cars with their children. Some were trying to pry open manhole covers or hide in a drainage ditch. But not him.