Remembering…
Fear; that stuck like gum on a side-walk.
As harmful as silent cries, that hung the walls like streamers of blood…
The 27th of June 1836. The
violent summer had given me a cold start to winter. My poor family had nowhere
to live and nothing to eat. The past murders from the mysterious wolverine had
given me nightmares, night after night dreaming of who was next. My father was
weak from hunger. I was well, but I wasn’t expecting to live without him.
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