Before Dawn – Flash Fiction 50 Words

Son of Charles B. Lewis, miner, playing around...

Night ridden fears and pools of tears, tracks left behind on dewy oilcloth and puffy pink eyes she could not hide.  Peanut butter sandwiches wax papered, soldiers lining the counter awaiting sleeping children, their school day cares and concerns at rest. A rest never hers before dawn.

JAM (c)25Oct2012

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14 thoughts on “Before Dawn – Flash Fiction 50 Words

    • No. And my mother’s lot was a LOT. It’s only later, when we are older, that we truly know what might we witnessed in our parents. Human beings making do with what they know. Just as most of us do now. Thanks for visiting :)

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