Multitasking by Sarah Oas

The soft whisper of shoes on concrete. A whistle of wind, the sounds of my breathing, faster than it should have been. It was dark, but my eyes were adjusted, and I could see like a cat. I could see lights ahead, and hear the sound of guards chatting idly. Thump. I vaulted the fence … Continue reading Multitasking by Sarah Oas

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