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First off, I’m not sure if I’m doing this right…. :p Creating a topic, I mean. I’ve never done this, so if this is wrong, sorry! XD (and sorry if I missed tagging someone I should’ve… I still need to find like a list of people or something, lol)

So I started this short story, I suppose it is, on a whim yesterday night because I wanted to write something new. 😀 I haven’t edited it much, so it’s still a bit messy. What do you guys think about it? Here it is:

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Johnson rushed down the alleyway, his chest heaving. Bursting through the rickety door of his shabby home, he waved the bottle in the air.

“Sir! I got the medicine…” He trailed off, panting, and bent down to rest his hands on his knees. “How is Mother?”

Johnson’s father shook his head, taking the bottle.

“I’m afraid she’s worse, Son.”

Startled, Johnson jerked his head up.

“But Sir, I was gone only ten minutes…”

In response, Johnson got another shake of his father’s head.

The two were silent for some time. Finally, his father had fallen asleep, and around midnight, Johnson had almost nodded off himself, when his mother called him in a weak voice. Johnson flew to her side, saying,

“What is it, Mother? Do you need something? Do you feel better?”

“Hush, my son. Listen. Go to Flinton and find a job there. Only change your name. You must never mention our family name to anyone. Leave without your father knowing.”

Johnson’s mother paused as another spasm of coughing overtook her, then continued.

“Under the chopping-block is a sack of coins. Take them to help you on your way. If you are ever in need of desperate help, go to the docks and use the words ‘Black Hugh,’ showing this ring. I love you, Johnson. Be safe and be blessed.”

Her voice trailed off and faded. Johnson felt a piece of cold metal pushed into his palm, and his mother’s hand slipping from his arm as her eyes closed. Johnson heard her breathing get slower and slower.

“Mother… I love you too…” His voice hitched. Through the tears welling up in his eyes he saw her smile for the last time. Her chest stopped rising and falling, and then she was gone.

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