Psychological
Run Through The Jungle
Author Unknown - April 17th 1968 The Devil himself reached from the jungle and dragged me into hell. A minute before, the jungle across the shallow valley swayed in the spring breeze. Minh glared over the stock of his RPD he had arranged in the brush nest. It was well concealed, and the veteran of three different colonial wars hated how we moved along our trench atop the gently rising hill. Bao and Tran smoked and lounged against the dirt wall. We dug while they smoked, always. I hated them.
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Ruth tried to steady herself as she saw the police car enter their neighbor’s driveway. She turned to her husband. Herb’s gray hair looked as charming as ever. He sat in his usual stupor, watching the news at full volume. It never seemed to matter whether he had his hearing aids or not. Still, she loved him, even if they weren’t the same people anymore.
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Written for Christy Munson's unofficial Microfiction Challenge: 🧡 🧡 🧡 🧡 🧡 🧡 🧡 🧡 🧡 🧡 🧡 🧡 🧡 🧡 🧡 🧡 🧡 🧡 🧡 🧡
Echoes in the silence
In the nightfall of a destroyed dream, I wander through the shadows of my mind, Where resonations mumble advantaged experiences, calmed and faint,
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The Bag - The Girl
This story is a continuation of The Bag and The Bag - Jason's Dilemma, where suggestions from readers steer me towards the next instalment. You may want to read those to have context.
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The birds in the forest are the guardian angels watching over the brother and sister who ran away from an abusive household of hostility and invented security out of necessity.