The Cleaners

Hearing a dog barking, I ran toward it. There was no open door, no garage, just a tarp on the overhang where I could hide. Busting in the door underneath, the dog happy to see me. I could feel a misting, not knowing what that acid ate through, sent me into a panic. I felt slight burning from the droplets which fell from the craft which flew over head moments before. I checked the dog to see if he was okay. I looked around and no one was in sight. After hours of waiting the plane kept going on in its direction. I knew it was time to find “Home”. Opening the door looking everywhere , amnesia hit me so hard. Maybe it was shock or something in the air. I could not find my home, the neighborhood I ran from, nothing. All hope was lost.

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