128. Two Hands Grasped Me
Two Hands Grasped Me
And I screeched as I felt my body
lifted away from the edge
until I was so high above the drawbridge
it looked like a toy beneath my feet.
The creature down below raised its arms
as though trying to catch me,
but it was too late, I was too far up
for it to reach me.
I turned to see the mischievous face of a boy
wearing a wide-brimmed traveller’s hat.
But the strange thing about this hat
was that it had wings.
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