The day the first bomb fell, there wasn't a single cloud in the sky. The river glistened with the mid-day sun, its calm, reflective surface broken only by the fleeting shadows of the drones overhead. I strained forward, belly pressed into sand. Soon enough, my fingers brushed the current. Red dissolved into the water like ink. If I gazed beneath the bridge where the water was dark, if I focused on the gentle massage of my fingertips and the warmth drying the tears on my cheeks, I could almost imagine the battle fading far away, replaced by nothing but serenity.
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The Strength to Go On | Write to Rank 2023
AcciónHere are my contest entries for Write to Rank by Wattpad's @action profile! For those who don't know what it is, it's a series of 9 rounds, each with a unique action prompt that gets more challenging as the contest progresses. Do check it out (or ma...
