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You sent another message, but Dad was in the screen room. I watched it late at night when he left.
"I'm getting used to my surroundings." You said. But your face said something else.
Your eyes were red and tired. Your lips were cracked. Your hair, knotted.
It's been nearly a month since you left.
I still write these notes and then delete them. It keeps me from thinking of you leaving, of being gone. And it gives me something to do besides taking the six pills and waiting.
I wonder sister, that maybe while you're fighting on Earth, the planet itself may be fighting back.
Please return soon, and safely.
YOU ARE READING
Frontlines
Short StoryA Scifi short story of messages. Completed. --- Two different battles in two different wars. One's battles lie in his mind, the other fights on a distant planet. Both are losing. --- A short story of the messages he never sent his sister. --- Note:...
