Shh, part 2

Robert Quick

Where the -@!# did my muse go?

Writer, dreamer, knight, shackled by entertainment . . . and people.

Someone screamed. Lenn paused for a moment. It was difficult to tell with the whine of the siren and the constant roar of the rain but he thought that whoever had screamed was only a block or two away. The urge to go see what was going on, and to help if necessary, gripped him. He'd want someone to come if he ever needed help but he didn't know how Liv was other than that she was sick. Her flat could be underwater. He wanted to get the soup to her and no matter how well insulated, he couldn't keep the soup hot forever. Plus between the storm and the loss of power, the city kept getting more dangerous. The backpack a little heavier, he ran away from the sound of the scream.

The next street overflowed with water heading downhill toward the bay. Splashing sounds grabbed Lenn's attention. It was hard to tell in the dark but some kind of twisting form, flailed about in the water. He thought he saw a dog's head snarling and biting and then it was gone, swept around a corner by a surge of water.

Lenn hurried on.

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Decisions and choices are sometimes tough to make.

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