Past Perfect

Sounds of bomb exploding. A city under siege. A little boy watched from a narrow crack in the closet in which he hid. He could hear his heartbeat sounding like drum beats in the confined space. Sweat beads formed in his forehead. Complete silence was broken by sounds of creaking wood made by approaching footsteps... Continue Reading →

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