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The Shelter

by James Everington

Copyright 2011 James Everington

Smashwords Edition

Cover Image copyright Dawid Zagorski

This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters and incidents are either products of the authors imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

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The Shelter

It's strange, when I look back on it, that on a day we were worried would be boring, everything changed. It was towards the end of a long, drowsy summer, monotonous with heat and the lack of wind. I still have the nightmares about that day and what followed, when I awake into blackness, and the sheets that I’ve pushed to my feet seem like they’re reaching to drag me down. It’s been twenty years, and still the dreams; maybe writing this will stop them. I don’t want to dream any longer about the day when Mark Galloway said we should cross the fields to the old air raid shelter.

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