Descending Road - EMPTY CLOTHES HANGING ON A PEG by Dana W. Paxson

EMPTY CLOTHES HANGING ON A PEG

1563 4D

An hour later, the dresser scraped over Andrew‘s hiding place, and the boards rose away in Deen‘s hands. Light struck his eyes: he blinked. Marra smiled down at him. “Come on. We’ll get you back to mending.” Slowly, with much effort, they raised him up and laid him gently in the little bed, freshly changed. They fed him and chatted. He slept long, and dreamed of Marra kissing him long and deep. The next morning his eyes opened in shock. He wanted to tell Leil about the dream and they could laugh and make it light; but Leil wasn’t there, just his own empty clothes hanging on a peg on the wall.

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	EMPTY CLOTHES HANGING ON A PEG 1563 4D An hour later, the dresser scraped over Andrew‘s hiding place, and the boards rose away in Deen‘s hands. Light struck his eyes: he blinked. Marra smiled down at him. “Come on. We’ll get you back to mending.” Slowly, with much effort, they raised him up and laid him gently in the little bed, freshly changed. They fed him and chatted. He slept long, and dreamed of Marra kissing him long and deep. The next morning his eyes opened in shock. He wanted to tell Leil about the dream and they could laugh and make it light; but Leil wasn’t there, just his own empty clothes hanging on a peg on the wall.