“You have to. Christophe won’t be able to get you if you’re at home.”
“Yes I will.” They both turned their attention to Christophe. “The book had a tracker in it.”
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“You have to. Christophe won’t be able to get you if you’re at home.”
“Yes I will.” They both turned their attention to Christophe. “The book had a tracker in it.”
( Read the rest of this entry » )Mirrored from K. A. Jones Writing.
Slowly Abigail walked through the village, taking in every detail. There were some minor differences, but it was similar enough that she believed she was dreaming, because no other explanation made sense. People she knew, and people she didn’t, walked past her, not noticing the confusion she felt. She was grateful that they didn’t. Part of her wanted a real explanation, as everything seemed too real for her to be really be dreaming, but she didn’t think anyone would understand why she needed an explanation. They couldn’t know that their lives were documented in a TV show. As far as she knew everyone she had recognised were played by actors.
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