Island of Doubts
They never made it to the island.
I was locked in the coat closet.
We never saw Dr. Bynum again.
The storm drenched the dunes and beat upon our caravan.
The militia gathered at the gates.
There was no going back now.
Samantha was born and in her arms that morning.
Doubts hung as heavy as the drops off a wet sponge.
And so we just moved forward with all that we had.
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