Chapter Eleven

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Chapter Eleven

Tragedy, he thought later. Tragedy should come with a klaxon of sound, with screaming and rending of hair and dress. Tragedy should have a symphony of sorrow announcing its arrival. It should be massive, and potent, and wrecked with symbolism.

Tragedy came with a bend in the road, and two armed children standing in their way

Comments

[saltnburnbaby]

Just brutally honest about the aboniable horrors of war. Just that.