Under shellfire in a house with two and a half walls and no roof, I wanted nothing more than to be with you in a place like this. Now, more than three decades later, I long to taste that dust again. The intervening years of discovering the person you really were, suffering the daughter you created in your own image, and finding myself living the same days over and again, were the punishment for survival. Tired, bloodied, terrified as I was then, it was the last time I felt part of something. The last time I felt alive.
Fliss Zakaszewska
21/1/2022 09:30:09 am
Wow, some powerful emotions there, David, and well described.
Seb
21/1/2022 02:29:23 pm
This is great writing. It builds and builds until the final punch.
Sue Clayton
22/1/2022 01:35:05 am
Carries a punch as well as a punch line.
Geraint Williams
22/1/2022 08:36:10 am
Disquieting and poignant.
Richard
22/1/2022 04:41:33 pm
This is a real 'be careful what you wish for' ...
Dee Lorraine
26/1/2022 12:36:09 am
Wow, what a sad realization. Well written, though, David. Comments are closed.
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