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A Vivid Reminder
ReplyDeleteThe cloud of dust settled down around him. The war was over, finally. Many lost their lives. Many lost their homes and families. He was still alive, unharmed. John seemed to have been immune to persecutions, aggression, bullets, and rockets. He was also immune to fear, a paradox that would challenge anyone else’s survival instinct. He looked around, took a deep breath and stood in the middle of the rusted debris. He gave himself the opportunity to think about the future. He put down his weapon and bullet belt, and grabbed a rusted iron chain as thick as his wrist and as long as his arm. He decided he would carry it for as long as there were people who needed to be freed. He became known as the chain man. John didn’t know it yet, but his future had many more cloudy dusty wars ahead when he became the President. On his desk rested that chain, a vivid reminder of his struggling past.
©2013 Lizzie Gudkov