The war was almost over but we didn’t know it yet. I was still in bed. It was dark, but
Category: Fiction
Independence Day
It was the middle of the morning on the Fourth of July and the rain was pounding down. Dirty, gray
The dog barks, and the caravan moves on.
The war was almost over but we didn’t know it yet. I was still in bed. It was dark, but
It was the middle of the morning on the Fourth of July and the rain was pounding down. Dirty, gray