One day here, the other, gone.
The only thing left was that menacing message.
You never knew when your turn might come. If ever.
When it finally happened, it wasn’t as I expected.
I went looking around, expecting to find familiar faces, but couldn’t find any.
Still, it’s early days.
Mini sagas are short, self-contained stories, of exactly 50 words. I’m using them as a way to practise storytelling. Sometimes inspired by an image, other times they are the inspiration for photos, which I take to complement the stories.
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