I dare not show my face because if the others knew, I would never get out.

“Thank God!” she grabs my wrist before I realize what’s happened and attempts to pull me inside, “Here, here, here!” I push her hand off, “Don’t touch me!”

THE ROOKERY BY BRANDON LEWIS

34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 7534THPARALLEL.NET

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