The Daily Cuppa
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The Daily Cuppa

Until Tuesday, Twenty Six

Lachlan Ross

“He shows up at camp just after I cut down a fresh hand,” Logan replies.

This is the first time I have seen a smile on his face.

We reach the water, I sit at its edge cupping a drink with my hand.

“How are you?”

“Loopy, and unsure of myself.”

“You may have a concussion after so many hits to the head, why loopy?”

“I remembered something when I hit the tree, I noticed the rooms and the woman.”

“Anything else?”

“I remember you sitting 3 rows back from her.”

“Hum.” Logan makes his way over to me.

“We better keep you awake overnight, I can only imagine the dreams you would suffer.”

“You weren’t there?”

“Sounds to me like you need rest.” The smile has gone, replaced with a look of intensity.


He wants to leave now, with or without me.




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