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When his thoughts returned to the present, he found himself turning the two rings that now adorned his little finger.
Frankie and Javi. Two beautiful human beings. Two people who were his friends. Two victims, in different ways, of the evils of the jungle.
Dave shook his head then looked around, surprised to see that, as he sat lost in his memories, the families had left him alone in the clearing.
He stood up and stretched his body, a bit stiff from sitting too long. He then walked down towards the water, lighting yet another cigarette along the way.
He stood at the edge of the pond, just watching. The children had left, so the ducks had returned. He watched as they paddled lazily across the water. He smiled at one duck being closely followed by six ducklings.
“Be safe, little momma,” he whispered. “You take good care of those babies.” Continue reading


