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A quick post, now catching all the way up on this month's tan renga prompts. The new one is spiritual (at least, that's how I would characterize it).
life completes circle at the end of the journey death draws the last line
And my lines:
the last line of connection back to the marrow of life
all together:
A shot rang out and Jack sat up straight. The blanket was on the red, concrete floor and the night lamp served no purpose. He heard a door slam outside and screeching tyres. He pulled the curtain to the side and saw the streetlamp yellow upon an empty street. A second later he noticed a man limping out of the alley from below the apartment. The man looked up at Jack, as if he knew there was a peeper. They stared at each other for a moment: a six-year old boy at his middle-aged father with a hole instead of a nose.
