What the Old Man Did 21

November 25, 2012

A building loomed up ahead. I see the two enter it and though I’m exhausted, I begin to run again. Glancing over my shoulder I see my five pursers.

I make it to the building, almost a twin of our prior residence. Jumbled thoughts are running through my mind. Searching for something to jam the door I find a mop handle. I push it against the sliding door to prevent it moving.

Pressing on, I move slowly, listening for anything. I hear something treading on the stairs in rapid fashion. I follow.

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