RUN FOR SHELTER

 

Run for shelter.

Take cover.

Our picnic is over.

The storm is coming closer.

The waves are growing taller.

The palm trees are waving their branches.

The weather was perfect.

Now the heavens have opened.

Lightning is flashing across the sky.

Followed by loud rumblings of thunder.

We must we get to the Town Hall in time.

Those are rooftops flying over our heads.

What else can happen?

Find out in THE DEAD GAME.

Kindle

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 Nook

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