The Faded Quadrant
The watch was broken. It lay on the floorboards. The glass was shattered. The hands pointed to a time that no longer existed. I looked at it. My hands were red. The water had turned the red into pink. The pink faded. I was a soldier. I had been a soldier. Now I was a father. The house was quiet. The silence was heavy. It pressed against the walls. It pressed against my chest. My son, Thomas,...
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