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Feb 16, 2019 at 05:46 AM
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I read a story over nosleep. It's about a demented woman being reminded about her time with her lover back in 1918. Again and again she is reminded of him. She has a fully grown adult daughter.
“Did you go somewhere frightening again, Grandma Edith?” “I did, darling. I did.” The voice cracks with age, but I know it is mine. “Do I go there often?”...I am old, and my mind is going, and the only place it ever seems to go is back to that hell in 1918. I don’t want to go there, but I do. And it is just as horrible as it was the first time and every time that I have relived it since then.... But deep down in my heart I now know this, too: that I will not have to be afraid for long. Because Susannah will take my hands and bring me back, and for a time I will be safe and I’ll be warm. For a time, I will be home Well then if it wasn't heartbreaking I don't know what is... |
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