“Baa Baa black sheep, have you any wool?”678Please respect copyright.PENANAmkrr6xsRpp
Children’s voices ring through the air. One of them is his own.678Please respect copyright.PENANA7YoEDryBhH
“Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.”678Please respect copyright.PENANAYN6Cxd7vcq
Songs turn to screams. There’s fire in his veins.678Please respect copyright.PENANA4H0bGwApl0
“One for the master and one for the dame.”678Please respect copyright.PENANAG4CYJyKNsy
Green eyes fill with tears. The closet door closes us in.678Please respect copyright.PENANA6srqhogFFs
“One for the little boy who lives down the lane.”678Please respect copyright.PENANA0ijWOE6nnm
The door opens again. Hands grabbing at his waist.678Please respect copyright.PENANA1Gf16RoCEi
“Baa baa black sheep, have you any wool?”678Please respect copyright.PENANA9ls9WajdRY
Green eyes close, and so do his.678Please respect copyright.PENANAE6kbJHXzH8
“Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.”678Please respect copyright.PENANAV0I6Ievjsp
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The boy wakes with a start. It’s still dark out. He looks at the alarm clock on his nightstand. 3:47, it reads. He wipes the sweat off his forehead and sighs, the adrenaline leaving his body. With caution, he moves his attention to the closet. The closet suddenly looks very cosy to him. It looks safe. This room is too open for him now. He’s exposed. With a start, Zak wraps a blanket around himself, picks up a pillow and crawls to the safety of the closet door. He doesn’t sleep.678Please respect copyright.PENANAc6hapjHK1v
“Zak?” a voice calls outside the closet, “where are you?” The corner of his blanket is sticking out from under the door, catching the voice’s attention. Sunlight floods into the small closet. The voice belongs to mother. She smiles, “What are you doing in here?” Her laugh fills the room.678Please respect copyright.PENANAhq9LJCY2E0
Zak mumbles, “I just had a dream.”678Please respect copyright.PENANAFxwtV7pYcj
“Why did it make this little closet so appealing?”678Please respect copyright.PENANAUSfLvCDqjE
He rubs the sleep out of his eyes, “I’m safe in here. That’s what it feels like at least.”678Please respect copyright.PENANAcsNlYXHeFR
“Interesting choice,” she sighs, “I bought Danish, and do you want some?”678Please respect copyright.PENANA4ACuDMbGTN
“Sure,” he says as his stomach growls. They share a laugh together.678Please respect copyright.PENANAzgxBqbWpjm
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Zak sits at the table in the chair closest to the window. Even though the sky is grey and the trees have lost their colour, he can still find beauty in the clearing. He eats his Danish as he watches crows caw and fly off their perches. He remembers the question he had earlier and beckoned his mother, her hands covered in oven mitts. 678Please respect copyright.PENANAh88zGLTPvK
“What happened to me to make me lose my memory?” he asks.678Please respect copyright.PENANAvUjRvYEbjF
“You fell off that tree and hit your head,” she points to a ancient cedar rooted at the corner of the clearing.678Please respect copyright.PENANAZZB8sSPmeA
“Why doesn’t my head hurt then?” 678Please respect copyright.PENANARA9SvNRYyL
His mother pauses for a short bit.678Please respect copyright.PENANA8GcXqA4jjb
“Well, you're right, that’s a good question. You must be a fast healer.”678Please respect copyright.PENANA0awHscDAw0
“When did I fall?”678Please respect copyright.PENANA7tigIkcUDj
“About two weeks ago.”678Please respect copyright.PENANAZlMGpv21Lx
“Where did you take me to get checked on?”678Please respect copyright.PENANAhgk9NRGyZY
“The hospital where your dad works. Why all of the questions?”678Please respect copyright.PENANAzjL1DwiDIh
“Sorry, just wondering,” he mumbles.678Please respect copyright.PENANAY6vTQmb1Mz
There’s something wrong in her explanation and he knows it. A fast healer? He can’t believe that. His dreams, his mother’s outburst, the closet? Someone isn’t telling the truth -- and he’s going to figure out why.678Please respect copyright.PENANAAQCuPXhDFk
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Throughout the week, Zak decides to collect as much information as he can about where he is and pick out the truth in the lies his mother tells him. Every day at breakfast, he asks his mother questions handpicked the night before. They vary from small talk to her and dad to questions designed to make her squirm. A quick look on his dad’s laptop revealed that they are on the edge of Connecticut, the ocean just miles away. The satellite shows that there is a house nearby, and he makes a mental note to investigate soon. 678Please respect copyright.PENANAuuLzIlvrYg
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On Sunday, Zak lounges on his chair by the window and reads a book he found in one of his drawers. He asked his mother if he’s read it before, and she says it was his favourite. So - wanting to learn more about himself - he dives into the book and soon becomes lost in it. It’s an older book about a group of rabbits leaving their warren in search of a new home. For a book about rabbits, this book is really complex, he thinks. He closes the book and sighs before coming up with a question for the woman next to him.678Please respect copyright.PENANA49YaTQ853j
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