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“Jack & Jill”


Jack & Jill

By V.H. Isaac

The hill was wet that dark fearsome night; wind screaming across the jagged hills. I was carrying my dying sister up the hill and every step pure cruelty.  Jill was severely stricken with dysentery that left her at the precipice of death. Slowly, methodically, I trudged up the slippery slopes  with hopes to save my last surviving relative. My valley had been wiped out, and she was all I had left. Suddenly, my footing slipped. The world tumbled beneath my horrified eyes and sank into inky blackness.


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