The broken glass that gets stuck in Tinder's paw creates the turning point in Edgar's journey. He goes from running to some unknown destination to turning around for help for Tinder. Broken Window, Fotografie Photography, Sky, Writing Inspiration, Broken Glasses, Art C, Shattered Glasses, Window Mirror, Inspiration Nanowrimo
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I can hear the choppers sounding through the city. Their blades cut through the air with a beat that matches my heart. But even as I run, all I can think about is the thermal cameras that will catch me even if I hide. I am going to have to make a break for the river, and tough it out Farinhieght 451 style. You better not fail me now Guy.
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles...The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly...who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat. -Theodore Roosevelt