The Overseer’s Garden - Part Eighteen
Chapter Eighteen It started with a look. The boy in the ration line — only twelve, hair shaggy, eyes darting. He hummed sometimes, softly, a tune that wasn’t in the Overseer’s hymns. Johnny noticed. One day, as the boy passed him a scrap of paper at the counter, their fingers brushed. Later, alone,... Sign in to see full entry.