Arner jerked upright in his bed, wakened from the horror of his
latest nightmare to face the horror of his real life. The empty home of his dream vanished to be
replaced by the equally desolate room of his Freetown abode.
He swallowed; surprised as always that his throat wasn’t raw from
screaming their names. Wendy, George,
Tom, and little baby Pam. But no, his
echoing cries had only happened in the nightmare in which he’d run from
abandoned room to abandoned room, where they had all once lived and nobody
lived anymore.
Gone.
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