Too Late

by Nilsa Siprasoeuth

Desmei said only, You are here too late.
The Ska also controlled the lands along the top of the Long Dann.
And what manner of slan was it that couldn’t read minds?
I hold it in my hand, then presto and hey-nonny-no!
Sunlight shone over the cliffs and down upon the beach.
He inserted his finger into the loop and pulled.

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