Monday 5 March 2012

Quo Vadis

The nightmares were getting worse. Not even drinking could stop them anymore. He kept seeing the same dream, over and over again; three boys locked up in a cabin and all three crying. Sometimes, one of them would whisper ... "Help us". And that would end the dream abruptly.

Last night, for the first time he managed to see a face. That face was familiar. He had seen it before. He just needed to figure out where and when ...

We had a fight tonight. So he needed to get things sorted and try to pick of himself for three rounds. Marcus was a wreck because the lack of sleep was killing him. But he was going to fight. He was definitely going to fight ...

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