word #54

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Today's word is: foot

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Re: burning/Grit

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“Martin's an ass,” Jonas spat, “Nate?”

“With the truck, he wants you to come with him when he leaves,” Xy’s brown eyes were hidden in the shadows by Jonas could feel the question in them as he began to walk towards the way station.

“I’m not going anywhere, remember the old place?”
“The bunker?”
“Yeah, Martin couldn’t find that place with an army.”
“Or a guide.”
“You wouldn’t.”

Xy leaned away at the anger in Jonas’s voice, “No.”

“No, you wouldn’t,” Jonas paused where the darkness spilled out into the lighted open space of the way station. Leaning against the wall he looked at Xy, “It hasn’t been a good day.” He said by way of an apology.

“I understand,” Xy’s eyes darted nervously into the light and then back behind them, “I’ll go see if anything has moved in since you’ve been gone.”

The boy was nervous this close to the bright lights, and Jonas didn’t blame him. Xy was used to hiding, he’d done it all for as long as he could probably remember. Nodding, he stood until the whisper of movement was gone, and he knew Xy had taken to the roofs once more. He was tempted to follow, but he didn’t. Instead, he stepped out into the light and made his way towards the rows of trucks parked on the far side of the station to find Nate.