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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2021
Submitted to Contest #93
Quinn stared at the ceiling, devoid of inspiration. He couldn’t move. He could barely speak. What could he do? He closed his eyes and concentrated. Keiza… Keiza, where are you? Talk to me! Light patches drifted inside his eyelids, but he felt or heard no response—no inkling that another being shared his consciousness. He was about to give up when his view shifted. He was alone in the dark. Somewhere far off, he heard music playing. The refrain was unfamiliar, but it sounded like an old-fashioned barrel organ. As his eyes grew accustomed to t...
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