“Baa Baa black sheep, have you any wool?”618Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9YX3TPzNHj
Children’s voices ring through the air. One of them is his own.618Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu2iN9wVpTb
“Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.”618Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiyZ6Xn0uEG
Songs turn to screams. There’s fire in his veins.618Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUckmCp8kFV
“One for the master and one for the dame.”618Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSax7dOFWhZ
Green eyes fill with tears. The closet door closes us in.618Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuXGXdKxenB
“One for the little boy who lives down the lane.”618Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOEhHncIRiC
The door opens again. Hands grabbing at his waist.618Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh6rAvOSOuE
“Baa baa black sheep, have you any wool?”618Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvOEdYK1ovt
Green eyes close, and so do his.618Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv3qyEvH5Um
“Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.”618Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrjfj1wDrLj
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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.618Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1LtrgkkmqB
“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.618Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0BRlX9JiU8
Zak mumbles, “I just had a dream.”618Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlnopeZvp3A
“Why did it make this little closet so appealing?”618Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSNVZm7imjO
He rubs the sleep out of his eyes, “I’m safe in here. That’s what it feels like at least.”618Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBSKY9N0g34
“Interesting choice,” she sighs, “I bought Danish, and do you want some?”618Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡr7aoRpTZ41
“Sure,” he says as his stomach growls. They share a laugh together.618Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDwPxiEPiH0
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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. 618Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJpFCE3VKua
“What happened to me to make me lose my memory?” he asks.618Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtkTJRsRUx7
“You fell off that tree and hit your head,” she points to a ancient cedar rooted at the corner of the clearing.618Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAy2HEVpUVi
“Why doesn’t my head hurt then?” 618Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCmdAvmUl9O
His mother pauses for a short bit.618Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjNHVdy3VH1
“Well, you're right, that’s a good question. You must be a fast healer.”618Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9J62FTCrc1
“When did I fall?”618Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfSLqZ46u8N
“About two weeks ago.”618Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNygjoRnD8B
“Where did you take me to get checked on?”618Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSc3gnvE21G
“The hospital where your dad works. Why all of the questions?”618Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN6ksTwAhBk
“Sorry, just wondering,” he mumbles.618Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0wStHEuSCj
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.618Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLIBFAl3Miv
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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. 618Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPRDQXVB7t0
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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.618Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8TSLbUlkWg
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