Kidnapping Canaries- part I
"Please don't cry,"
he whispered as he looked into my eyes.
"We will make it, I promise we will."
Luke, my best friend, gripped my hands tightly as he spoke to me.
It was a still night. The woods had held in their breath, as if they knew what was coming in the morning. I pressed my lips together and another tear spilled. He held me closer.
"Shh, it's all right"
We were both lying down uncomfortably on my small creaky hammock. His was only a few feet away from mine. Luke had come to comfort me when he heard me making a ruckus as I had moved and repositioned myself every few minutes. I suddenly sniffed. Then I pulled him closer and whispered in his ear, "Let's go over the plan again.
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