A Meandering Life...

By Skeena

Walk the Line

Frank didn't care anymore, all he could do was place one foot in front of the other. Shivering was the only other motion he could muster. Walking along the tracks he passed through yet another station.

He was even beginning to forget why he was on the run, maybe he never knew. 

Darkness drifted over him, he floated without effort. His past had caught up with him...

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