At the Edge


The van came to a stop outside the crumbling building. Les peered out the window for a few minutes before he pushed the door open and stepped out.

He cracked his neck and looked around again while walking to the passenger side. Satisfied that no one was watching, he slid the side door open and scooped the unconscious girl into his arms.

With one final glance around the decrepit neighborhood, he disappeared into the sanctuary of the building. He placed the fragile child on a table in the basement and brushed the hair from her face.

“You’ll be safe here.”

Written for Friday Fictioneers.

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