Stephen Snyder

Though I’ve tried, I’ve found no way to fill in the voids left by the Memory Police.

Up until now, everyone has been focused on trying to hide. No one even imagined he could get away by crossing the sea.

“But where do you think they were going? You can’t see anything beyond the horizon,” I said, pointing out at the sea.

“I don’t know. Maybe there’s a place out there where people whose hearts aren’t empty can go on living.”