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letter to my son

  • 11-01-2009 5:09am
    #1
    holden c
    Closed Accounts Posts: 18 ✭


    There was a knock at the door today. I was standing in the kitchen with a dishcloth in my hand when the silence was shattered and my heart torn open. I did not move, I did not even breathe in case they might hear me. This is crazy I told myself, this is not living. I pulled the dishcloth to my chest and rolled it in my hands and cried. They knocked again, I cursed myself for not having the courage to answer, knowing that I would not. The silence lingered and I knew they were gone. I dropped to my knees and prayed the most selfish of prayers; take them all I willed, every mother's son, every wife's husband, but leave mine, for Christ's sake, today leave mine. I am not ready for this today.


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  • #2
    Matt Holck
    Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 9,706 ✭✭✭Matt Holck


    they made a bridge with the suspension


  • #3
    magicass
    Closed Accounts Posts: 89 ✭✭magicass


    more please


  • #4
    sitout
    Closed Accounts Posts: 423 ✭✭sitout


    holden c wrote: »
    There was a knock at the door today. I was standing in the kitchen with a dishcloth in my hand when the silence was shattered and my heart torn open. I did not move, I did not even breathe in case they might hear me. This is crazy I told myself, this is not living. I pulled the dishcloth to my chest and rolled it in my hands and cried. They knocked again, I cursed myself for not having the courage to answer, knowing that I would not. The silence lingered and I knew they were gone. I dropped to my knees and prayed the most selfish of prayers; take them all I willed, every mother's son, every wife's husband, but leave mine, for Christ's sake, today leave mine. I am not ready for this today.

    This really has the making of something, is it something you are currently working on?


  • #5
    busted flush
    Closed Accounts Posts: 722 ✭✭✭busted flush


    magicass wrote: »
    more please

    +1


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