He had left his glasses at the edge of their tent that morning, and had grabbed the first pair, the older ones he'd bound together with twine as he hadn't since he'd started school in America, in easy access of scotch tape. The glasses were never seen again.
And he had never known, never dared ask, why Kasuf had forgiven him for leaving without seeing him, but Jack had been going that instant, and Sha'ure was gone, and he couldn't tell Kasuf that, he was too cowardly and guilty and what was he supposed to do
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You did it perfectly right, and it's lovely. I especially like the form, where it reads almost like a single prose-poem sentence. Thank you for writing to this prompt! :-)
Wow, thanks. I actually was worried it wouldn't be allowed because I don't have journal, as much as that I might not have done it right... right. Shut up. And I'm amazed that actually came across. Thanks you so much!
And he had never known, never dared ask, why Kasuf had forgiven him for leaving without seeing him, but Jack had been going that instant, and Sha'ure was gone, and he couldn't tell Kasuf that, he was too cowardly and guilty and what was he supposed to do ( ... )
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#2 was my favorite, because I had always wondered about that and I really liked how you handled it.
Come back next round, yeah?
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