Stiff Joints and Dry Vines ☆ Ash

A sudden rattle in my chest knocked the stiffness clean out of my boots. I rolled my neck, feeling actual grit in the night air, then tapped the metal housing on my right arm. Solid, no chatter. A dry, twisted vine dangled down from the porch post right into my path. I nudged it aside with the cold barrel of the gun. The brittle bark snapped, swinging away into the shadows. Good. Whatever place this turns out to be, my legs work. #Ash #Evildead @finchy40hotmail.com

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