Whirlwind thoughts slammed hard… her disgusting father was dead, her loving, although distracted mother was dead, her baby was dead… she disembarked, actually fell, onto Brigadoon without the culture and grace of the bird who brought her there.
Zenobia slowly crept toward Allie, who was now facedown and unconscious; everything was about to begin.
Written by Edward Roads
Mytwosentences 
Wow, excellent beginning at what seems to be the end. I think life is a lot like this! Just when we think things are over, something new comes and shines the light in our lives! 🙂 Nice 2 sentences! 🙂
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Gulp! Very dramatic and poetically put, even if I’m not quite sure about Allie, Allie, who the duck is Allie? <~ oh that's sorta from the lyrics of Living Next Door to Alice, by Gompie
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Looking to find a new post, Edward. Have a blessed Advent season and joyous Christmas and bright New Year. Hope all is well.
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