“What’s wrong with you,
can’t you
close the gate behind?”
she, now just a muffled voice from behind
mesh wire and tightly shut
glass, loudly snaps at his back. He didn’t turn
back. He kept going, knowing a few well-turned
ounces of black metal wouldn’t keep
this world, more worthwhile than her keeping,
out.
1 comment:
She sounds like a fruit cake.
Imagine wanting to shut the world with all its wonders out!
Keep walking and don't look back.
Just as well you did'nt close the gate. It was an electrified fence.
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