Keywords
– Drabble: 100 words. Post NJO. Skywalker.
Summary – He's
waited so long for this opportunity.
Disclaimer – Not
mine.
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The thick grass that he ran through was as tall as his chest, preventing him escaping the man behind him, impeded by it in a way the other was not.
For so long he'd been kept prisoner, trapped, any escape attempt foiled by his captors, his guards. Impatience – a family trait – had burned within him, but eventually his fortitude had paid off and he'd been granted long seconds in which to escape. However, even this seemed in vain. He was grabbed from behind.
"Gotchya," said Luke Skywalker, lifting his young son into his arms. "Now it's time for your bath!"
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