Strong Arms to Hold by Jo Zebedee

Strong Arms to HoldNew short story by Jo Zebedee

It hit me without a sound, a blast that took me off my feet and put me down against the plate window of a café I’d have earmarked for a loo if I’d seen it earlier. There was no pain, not then. Just a vacuum of shock and I-don’t-know-what-happened stunned, slow thoughts.

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