A Broken Home

January 18, 2018
By samk33 GOLD, Oconomowoc, Wisconsin
samk33 GOLD, Oconomowoc, Wisconsin
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The silence flows through the half empty house. It’s smaller now that dad has left, more space in the house, more space in my mind. My brother and I lay awake, lights off, untucked in our beds. Mom never comes to tuck us in, she is too upset about our father’s broken promise.

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This is a 53 word story.

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