They were exhausted from all their pacing during the past 24 hours. They had smoked up a storm and even prayed to the tiki gods, sort of speak.
They sat cross-legged and rocked their bodies. Not in unison, however. They were too keyed up in their own minds. Each wondering how to win and strike hard. They were being hunted. Metaphorically speaking. No one was coming after them yet. But soon, perhaps. They each wondered how things reached this point. But it didn’t even matter. There was no rewind button. All they could do is go forward and stick with the plan.
She would be back soon and then either they had the goods or they didn’t. As they heard a noise from the outside they quickly rolled behind the couch and turned off the lights.
It was starting earlier than anticipated. Tick tock
Categories: Culture, mental health, photography, Psychology
Makes me wonder..who is ‘she’ ?
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Hmmm. 😉
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