This is the second part of a 2-part post. To make sense of the story, please read Close Encounters: Part 1 first.
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The cargo plane’s propellers whirl: filling the hot air with a rhythmic throbbing and sending her hair streaming over her shoulder.
They stand before the aircraft’s open door: its shadowed interior a welcoming invitation to escape. But she has to resist. She cannot run from this. Cannot run from him.
Continue reading Close Encounters: Part 1
What the? She jerks awake – head jumping from the pillow and a moan of reluctance following the arc of movement.
The white-blue dazzle of LED light jabs fingers in the side of her face and her skin cringes away in irritation at the rude awakening. OK … OK … Forgot to turn the phone off. It’s OK.
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