The Hidden City
They can't go back from where they came; bridges are burnt and the deal
is long done. Instead they roam the edge of the hidden, forbidden city.
Fast food wrappers flood their delapidated mini. A police car wails in
the distance. The beige, English weather holds for now. The kid wipes
hamburger juice from his chin. "What's in the bag, dad?" The man
doesn't like where this question leads. One more week, then he can pass
the loot on. "Who's turn is it to wash up?" he jokes, to no avail. He's
been reading the kid's face for years. A tear wells in those baby blues. "I miss her too, son," the sigh escapes him. He remembers the fair
maiden, headstrong but witless. God rest her soul. And hopefully the
rest of her, at the bottom of a cold, black pool.
Reveal mystery /
Inspired by this
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