The Shadow Knows
We ran and ran, me and Iggy, the film in his mouth, dragging in the dirt, me nipping at it from time to time. This was fun, and nothing but. Up a steep trail, down the other side, up another one, then onto a flat space. Iggy suddenly stopped by one of those big saguaros, dropped the film and started panting. I panted, too, not because I was particularly tired, more because Iggy was doing it. A breeze rose up, shifted the film a little away from us. Then all of at once I saw a shadow moving across the ground, the shadow of an enormous bird.
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