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Rating: G
Word Count: 99
Summary: The nights are the worst time for David.

It’s the nights that make him question it all. It’s always cold, no matter where he finds shelter, and the relentless wind hurls sand against the walls; it sounds like the sea he always wanted to see. He lays there, huddled into a ball, listening. Always listening.

Things move in the night. He never wants to see what they are, would never dare, but he can hear them. It’s enough; more than enough.

He lays with his eyes wide open, fixed, staring at nothing. He waits for his heart to slow its noisy pounding, and prays for the sunrise.

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Totally non-professional webauthor, writer of original fiction, gamer and professional spam-swatter.

Has a head filled with elves, bad-tempered government agents and motorbikes.

Possesses a ridiculous love of flat-pack furniture.

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