Shh, part 12
Together they walked into the softly lit apartment. A half of dozen candles offered warm light and Lenn could feel some heaviness lift off his shoulders. After a moment the front door closed behind them and Ruger's footsteps followed them.
“You'll have to forgive him. He's been on edge since last night.” Anneke leaned in next to Lenn's ear and whispered, “Did you see anything weird out there?”
Lenn's mind thought of the dog-thing but he just wanted two things: to see his girl friend and to finally let the cat go, “Where's Liv?”
Anneke's hand that once guided now gripped Lenn's arm above the elbow. “People were moving together in clumps, swaying through the water. So many of them moving slowly, quietly. Why weren't they making any sounds? Why?”
Peeling off her hand, Lenn gave it a squeeze. “We can talk about everything in a few minutes but I really need to see Liv. Where is she?”
She gave him a pained smile. "Sorry. Everything's just so--"
Barking coughs interrupted her, and Lenn bolted for the source.
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It's pretty cool that it's taken 12 ficlattes to get to Liv. That's good writing. Obstacle, obstacle, obstacle. The bits about the moving people is unnerving and makes Anneke sound crazy, almost as crazy as her husband, only less violent, but still troublesome.
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