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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2021
Submitted to Contest #89
C/W: War, violence, trauma I never understood why I do the things I do. A small child sat, sleeping on my shoulder. I had held him in the same spot for almost three days. The ringing in my ears should have been gone by now. My head throbbed and felt as if ten men were standing on it. My bones ached and burned. Everything in me was inflamed. The small light shone through and lit the cave just enough for hope to survive. Hope was a hard thing to kill, but harder, to thrive. I had hoped that I would see the shadow of a soldier,...
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