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Children’s voices ring through the air. One of them is his own.600Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡn1vmZKf9nD
“Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.”600Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZQ9nY38zYY
Songs turn to screams. There’s fire in his veins.600Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCZgTShpNNe
“One for the master and one for the dame.”600Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ60XXX6KkGW
Green eyes fill with tears. The closet door closes us in.600Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5TwH3ZmolP
“One for the little boy who lives down the lane.”600Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡq6vjNMkEIC
The door opens again. Hands grabbing at his waist.600Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8BMKcUtOuB
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Green eyes close, and so do his.600Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzqBU6Kr5ea
“Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.”600Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh3FGgGLLdb
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The boy wakes with a start. It’s still dark out. He looks at the alarm clock on his nightstand. 3:47, it reads. He wipes the sweat off his forehead and sighs, the adrenaline leaving his body. With caution, he moves his attention to the closet. The closet suddenly looks very cosy to him. It looks safe. This room is too open for him now. He’s exposed. With a start, Zak wraps a blanket around himself, picks up a pillow and crawls to the safety of the closet door. He doesn’t sleep.600Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIeboaJdyM6
“Zak?” a voice calls outside the closet, “where are you?” The corner of his blanket is sticking out from under the door, catching the voice’s attention. Sunlight floods into the small closet. The voice belongs to mother. She smiles, “What are you doing in here?” Her laugh fills the room.600Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4m0cuxUmsc
Zak mumbles, “I just had a dream.”600Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqJzHhTdWWK
“Why did it make this little closet so appealing?”600Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnBd4gUFGcX
He rubs the sleep out of his eyes, “I’m safe in here. That’s what it feels like at least.”600Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNkEGSpKJJb
“Interesting choice,” she sighs, “I bought Danish, and do you want some?”600Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzQpJaCtfFi
“Sure,” he says as his stomach growls. They share a laugh together.600Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiCcpgnfevz
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Zak sits at the table in the chair closest to the window. Even though the sky is grey and the trees have lost their colour, he can still find beauty in the clearing. He eats his Danish as he watches crows caw and fly off their perches. He remembers the question he had earlier and beckoned his mother, her hands covered in oven mitts. 600Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOYSvpzWyyL
“What happened to me to make me lose my memory?” he asks.600Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡakQ0ejZBV9
“You fell off that tree and hit your head,” she points to a ancient cedar rooted at the corner of the clearing.600Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgKYE59BVBd
“Why doesn’t my head hurt then?” 600Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡd9K28pjg7r
His mother pauses for a short bit.600Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLINaYnaMKn
“Well, you're right, that’s a good question. You must be a fast healer.”600Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡURINpzn4Hy
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“About two weeks ago.”600Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQWZLi6QAs8
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“The hospital where your dad works. Why all of the questions?”600Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0DbXQGwVmA
“Sorry, just wondering,” he mumbles.600Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWthryRrl3z
There’s something wrong in her explanation and he knows it. A fast healer? He can’t believe that. His dreams, his mother’s outburst, the closet? Someone isn’t telling the truth -- and he’s going to figure out why.600Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJHMnd2t3TC
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Throughout the week, Zak decides to collect as much information as he can about where he is and pick out the truth in the lies his mother tells him. Every day at breakfast, he asks his mother questions handpicked the night before. They vary from small talk to her and dad to questions designed to make her squirm. A quick look on his dad’s laptop revealed that they are on the edge of Connecticut, the ocean just miles away. The satellite shows that there is a house nearby, and he makes a mental note to investigate soon. 600Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡp9X79s5onX
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On Sunday, Zak lounges on his chair by the window and reads a book he found in one of his drawers. He asked his mother if he’s read it before, and she says it was his favourite. So - wanting to learn more about himself - he dives into the book and soon becomes lost in it. It’s an older book about a group of rabbits leaving their warren in search of a new home. For a book about rabbits, this book is really complex, he thinks. He closes the book and sighs before coming up with a question for the woman next to him.600Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡef2bdNHuvy
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