“I pray that I’ve done good by you my Lord.”
“ARISE.”
“Okay, yes sir,” Crocogator speaks to the booming voice in the sky, his King. He rises.
“AROUSE.”
“Um. What?”
“A ROSE.”
Sacrificee Renaldo O’Donnell stands up from the sacrificial altar, heart beating again within him. He has a new one.
“I will take you to the King now.”
—–
“Not those two silly beings. The real one. Over here.”
“Alright. Thank you again! Thank you so much.”
Sunklands 