The latest entry in the Journey series is below.
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“Grey?” Father’s voice echoes around me. The air in the tunnel is damp and stale. It feels warmer here. We have been in this tunnel for weeks now.
“Grey!” There’s a note of despair in his voice. He’s calling me, but he doesn’t expect it to work. He’s lost his mind. I have to get away from him.
“No,” I wheeze. I stumble down the tunnel. I have to get out; I have to get away from him. “Leave me alone!”
“Please, no,” Father whispers in the dark. “Please, God, please…”
I wipe my forehead with the back of my hand; it is slick with sweat. The image of my dirty hand swims before me. I feel my body give, and I fall.