The Distant Promise
The coat was red. It had been red for three days. Now it was brown. Then grey. They walked. The road was mud. The sky was low. "Keep up," Tom said. He did not look back. He never looked back. He was small. He was ten. He was fast. "I am here," the girl said. Her name was Elise. She was eight. She was not fast. She was tired. Her hand was in his pocket. It held the button. It was a brass button....
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