He tried to keep from glancing over his shoulder to look at the couple again and instead pressed his eyes shut and tried to sleep. The flight goes easier if you sleep. At least the Old Fisherman had explained him so. If the Old Fisherman had ever been on board of a plane was a different story, he gathered, because he failed to prepare him for this ordeal. Continue reading “Ink Blood – Chapter 2 – Duncan, Isabel”
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