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Warning: includes the accidental death of a child. Razor sharp! Slice me wide open on a different day.He lifts it with two hands, gingerly, like it has a hidden agenda.Been on distant shores, buddy? Can’t imagine what you’ve seen out there. He pauses, a wink of some dark expression crosses his face but he tucks it away. It’s shaped like a boar’s tusk, this splintered shell from a shattered clam. One side is gnarled and gray, encrusted with the organic hieroglyphics of ancient detritus.You’ve got some stories to tell, he thinks.The other side...
Imagine three children: two girls and a boy. Young. Brown hair, brown eyes. Age-wise spaced about 18 months apart. They want peace and support. Love would be nice but seems too much to ask, something too distant, like wishing to be gifted a star. It’s imaginable but who would hope for that? Not the boy, the boy who as an impressionable six years old was told by the Mother how much better it would be for the family had they bought a dog instead of had a son. Love? No. That is light-years away. Just peace and support would be oxygen.Imagine th...
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