Prompted by: Laura Larios
“Tom.”
God help me…
“I’ve missed you.”
It’s been over ten goddamn years and that’s the first thing she says to me? I’ve missed you? Really??
“Tom,” my name rolls off her tongue again.
As if it’s the most natural thing in the world. As if it belongs there and nowhere else.
Dear God, please help me…
Prompted by: Mary Ellen
Iraq.
It took more than just his legs. So much more. It stole the man I loved. A piece of my heart.
Okay, that’s a complete and utter lie.
It stole the man I still love. Ripped out my entire heart. Left behind a raw, gaping hole I’ve never been able to fill.
I hate Iraq.
Prompted by: CB Archer
Iraq.
It took more than just my legs. So much more. It stole my humanity. A piece of my soul.
F*ck Iraq.
Prompted by: Nicky
I was halfway out the door.
“Stop.”
I was halfway out of her life.
“Please,” she begged.
I was halfway out of my goddamn mind.
“Just stop.”
And I had zero intention of stopping.
Not this time.
