lundi 3 août 2015

Departure

DEPARTURE

“You’re leaving, aren’t you,” he said accusingly as only a hurt 10 year could. I couldn’t look him in the eyes and instead looked at the dirt between my feet. I didn’t answer, preferring the silence to grow in place of the sorrow.

“Well?” he demanded anger creeping into his tone. He knew the answer to his own question but like any child of his age h
Departure

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