“…My eyes dwindled in the verge of sleep. I became accustomed to the subtle, yet tangible roar of the tires beneath me.” The opening reminds me of Victor Frankenstein’s Creature’s reaction as it grew accustomed to the warmth of the sunlight in the forest. The lines at the end”..As I shouted for my father, it became apparent I could not hear my…[Read more]
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