Mending Broken Wings Flash Fiction Contest: Cyneburg's Field

Mending Broken Wings Flash Fiction Contest: Cyneburg's Field

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This short story was written for a Flash Fiction challenge based on a set of clues found at the following link: https://mendingbrokenwings.wordpress.com/wp-admin/post-new.php?post_type=page. Summary: The only time I had ever seen my father cry was September 23, 1955 - the day James Dean died. It was such a shock, if anyone appeared to be invincible it was certainly James Dean, but reality is he was human like the rest of us; his passing a surreal realization that death does not discriminate, the Grim Reaper comes for us all, but sometimes before he is supposed to. Just so happens, James Dean died the same day my father received his draft card for Viet Nam. Before long James Dean’s death would be but a shadow in relation to the death and destruction my father would experience firsthand of many he loved.
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This story will never make since no matter how many times I try to read it. I’ve been thought so much pain, lies and confusion. I’m surprised I could even stand for myself. The pain I’m feeling affected everyone not just me, and it won’t stop. Until, I’m consumed in guilty. Why, does it taunt me. I don’t know. It was just a new chapter in my life. Until, those memories came back, when he meet him, again. If only I never existed, then you wouldn’t be feeling this pain, I have caused you to endure. I wish for everything to be like when we forgot but….. It can't.

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