Silent Moments

Silent Moments

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The picture that was full of promises suddenly felt heavy in my hands. I couldn’t look at it. It brought back too many memories of him. I didn’t know what I was doing, until it was too late. I tightened my grip on the picture and whipped it at my bedroom wall. I watched in amazement as it soared and I gasped and then it hit the wall with a shatter. I covered my eyes as some of the glass flew at me. That was just enough to set it off. I was suddenly back in Iraq. Owen was by my side, our machine guns in hand. We were being as stealth as we could possibly be. I don’t know who threw the grenade, but what I do know is that it bounced off of my back and caught on one of the loose strings on my jacket. Owen took it and threw it into the nearest shop. Glass shattered as the grenade and the shop window collided. Suddenly, Owen ran at me and knocked me to the ground. The grenade exploded then. Whole bricks, rubble, and glass rained down on top of us, and all I could do was watch in amazement that something so small could create such a huge disaster, while being squashed under a 180 pound man. Then I was pulled back to reality. Grace, a 17 year old girl has always admired her brother. When he decides that it's his duty to serve his country, Grace can't help but think that she needs to follow him. Several years later, she returns home, on leave, due to her brother's premature death. While greiving, she re-lives the good and the bad times while out in Iraq. When her brother is with her, and when he's not. And it all starts from the very beginning...
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Anita," her angelic voice calls to me. Thunder rumbles in the distance. Her soft, delicate hands caressing my face, sparkling green eyes grounding me from the dark past I wish I could forget. "You're safe, it's okay." I bring my hand up, running my finger over the mound of scar tissue. The constant reminder of that night. The raised bump covers the bullet fragment embedded in my sternum. She takes my hands as more thunder rumbles and tears roll down my cheeks. "Breathe Anita," she says in a soothing whisper. My lungs were burning with the need for air and it was then that I realized I'd been holding it. I take in a gasping breath and recall the first time my eyes met her green eyes. My sister had been lifted off me and my eyes opening had startled her. The first time she touched me gave me strength to hold on. I held her hand tight, trying to tell her what happened, but couldn't get enough breath to form words. Sitting in the present going through the same as I had five years ago. "They were all found, Anita. They can't hurt you anymore. It's just a storm. All the doors and windows are locked, the alarm is set. It's just you and me." "Will you keep the light on tonight, please?"

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