Just Like Heaven 

By James  Sutcliffe 


 

In the dark creepy alleyway, I walk, I am approached by a gang of armed thugs, they demand my money, I decline, the next thing I know I am in a bright white room, I sit up…

  A nurse is standing over me; she turns around and silently walks away, the elegant wings folded neatly over her back.

 

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