photo prompt Ted Strutz

Outside the Limits

A kid smaller than the rest of the gang, Helix woke without feeling in his hands or feet. Alcohol-induced hypothermia should have killed him during the winter night in a ditch, but he’d lived, and that was the point. Groping upright, he blinked at the blinding haze.

Trees and rushes, a frozen pond, nothing like the dark city he knew. He turned toward a distant clatter and discovered the train tracks at his back. Now, he understood.

Dumping him outside the limits, his new friends had one final test. His head whipped back around, and he stared at the chair.


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