He limped slowly down the sidewalk towards the bus stop. His breathing was hard, his chest pounded from overexertion. There was a fear inside him that he may miss the bus and have to wait another half-hour.
As he stood there, gasping for breath, the leg that he’d shattered in the war throbbed. His hearing was not so good after the bombing had damaged it. But he had learned to be determined long ago.
Next to him, he heard a boy sneer, “Look at that fat man!”. He cringed. “This is what I fought for , he thought.”
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The Persecution of Mildred Dunlap said,
November 1, 2013 @ 2:38 am
Great writing, beebee.