05-01-2020, 04:44 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]There was nothing Selby cared for more in this world than his children. They were the lights of his life. They were the most important things to him. That was why, when Winston was gone from his bed, panic flooded through him. No note, though paper seemed to be littered all about. No signs of a fight. His bag gone, one previously filled with fungi. He attempted to calm his own nerves, telling himself that perhaps the young kit had simply gone for a walk. So, he headed out into the morn to check for him.
However, no matter how hard he called, how hard he looked, or how many people he asked, there was no sign of his son. Eventually, he returned home, anxious and hoarse. Where could he have gone? The father returned to Winston’s room, looking again for signs of him. Clearly, there had been no struggle, but... Hundreds of horror scenarios flooded through his mind at once, and the sawbones succumbed to his worry, sinking to the ground with a low shuddering cry.
However, no matter how hard he called, how hard he looked, or how many people he asked, there was no sign of his son. Eventually, he returned home, anxious and hoarse. Where could he have gone? The father returned to Winston’s room, looking again for signs of him. Clearly, there had been no struggle, but... Hundreds of horror scenarios flooded through his mind at once, and the sawbones succumbed to his worry, sinking to the ground with a low shuddering cry.