Chained Parapet #4

Twice the shock, it was no small deal for a boy at post-toddler age. I picked myself up, tiny strides and the sweltering weather, for a few hours, I made it to the nearest house. “John! You poor thing…” Aunt Suzanne ran to me, and I blacked out as I knew I was in safeContinue reading “Chained Parapet #4”