SOS

An SOS bleeds through airwaves but takes its time to reach a radio; on the other side, limbs struggle to find the speed. Their legs beat against the floor like fly swatters. With flashing lights, law can be rewritten. By the time they arrive, ten feet of dirt has caved the miner in. No one knows his name.

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