Saturday, October 12, 2013

100 Words a Day 405

His run was ungainly. He still wasn’t used to having a large claw in place of a hand and it pulled him to the left. He tried to correct his gait as the villagers didn’t seem to be slowing. He threw a look over his shoulder and determined, they were in fact, gaining on him.

Looking ahead, he saw he was coming to the end of the island. There was nowhere for him to go but into the Void. Shrugging to himself, he prepared to leap. Maybe he would land on another island. Without looking back, he sailed into nothingness.

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