Sweet Susan

“Psst!”

She had been enduring another long-winded speech from Manaois before she heard that sound.

Half contemplating what the consequence would be this time if she knocked the man over the head with the rake in her hand, the sound jolted her out of her fantasy.

She looked over towards the mesh-wire fence and saw the hooded figure.

She was sure that the half-deaf, ex-soldier did not hear anything.

Why would he? He was too caught up in his memories.

She saw part of the familiar face before the figure ducked beyond the cemented part of the wraparound wall surrounding the facility.

Her blood quickened as she wondered if her eyes were deceiving her.

It had been so long.

It was much too long, and she only wanted to run over there and confirm her thoughts.

But there was one problem left.

A problem named Manaois!