CLING…

via Daily Prompt: Cling

From the way he was looking at me I knew, as clearly as if he’d said the words, that my son’s name was one of them. I could only cling onto a slight bit of hope in my heart that I was wrong.

Dam, dam, dam that war. I wanted to shout and scream but instead I began to cry, very hard still clinging on that they could be wrong.

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