Fragment 21


Eat.

Sweet.

Lest you grow reedy.

Umin, his breath locked frightfully away in his breast,

licks tight lips and against all grasping hunger and screaming instinct of self preservation gives a little head shake and a struggling whisper.

"Can’t. Took the oath..."

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Jay Lonnquist
Jay Lonnquist

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Storytelling, in Paragraph Proportions
Storytelling, in Paragraph Proportions

A dark, fantastical tale that is intended to unfold a paragraph, or thereabouts, at a time.

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