by Ari Collins
When I was little I dreamt a man made of lava helped me trap all my recurring nightmares. He promised me he’d guard the jail forever.
I had no more bad dreams until after my high school graduation, when the lava man returned. “It wasn’t a jail,” he explained, laughing billowing ash. “Tonight everyone graduates.”
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Nightguard
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2 comments:
Ooooooo, I like this one. Great job.
Thanks! It's a fun one.
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