Pulse (an acrostic poem)

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Palpitations made him stop in his tracks

Until his heart began to beat normally

Listening, he could hear others fleeing to the north

So he continued fleeing eastward and hoped his pursuers would go in that direction

Except hope was extinguished when a slug ripped through his chest

North (an acrostic conversation)

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“Nothing to do now but go up on the map!”

“Okay, but aren’t there polar bears up there?”

“Really you would have to go pretty far to get to those.”

“That still means there are a chance of polar bears.  I would rather go south.”

“Have you seen how crazy penguins are?  No way!  Uh-uh!”