DC Suburbs -- Part 43
by Martin H Slusser

Terry Marie pressed her forehead against the cold glass, her breath clouded the plate. She raised her hand and slowly cleared it and looked out through eyes blind with tears. For her, now, started a life of hiding on reservations and enclaves of the People. A world she barely realized existed lay before her, one unknown and secretive, and she was frightened beyond anything she previously knew. Even her tours of duty in America de Sud had been less bad, because she knew what was there, the dangers and the freedoms.

Dear Mama, pray for me.

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