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A Thing I Wrote, I Guess...?Jim grabbed his shotgun and headed out to meet the rest of his neighbors. The night was crisp, clear, the sky was full of stars and the moon shone full like an unblinking eye. But Jim didn't even notice, his mind was set on what he and his friends were about to do.
He met the others like they had planned, each with his own weapon, down by the lake. They made their way around the body of water and as they got closer they could see the wayward children in the moonlight. A handful of young men and women were gathered around a fire by the banks, they were all dressed in plain white and swaying like trees in the wind.
The people in Jim's posse were unsettled at best. No one knew why or how, but these miscreants had been a plague on the town. Most thought they were just some lost kids in a cult of some sort while other, more superstitious, persons thought they were a coven of witches and blamed them for the mysterious deaths and accidents that had befallen the town since their arrival. Eithe
Dead Man's SwitchIn control, then not -
Sudden loss of grip.
Headlong to where?
Details lost, smudged, streaked.
Careening; no system of
No dead man's switch,
On a fast track -
With or without a god?
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