That’s my father, she said.

He didn’t look like that statue when he died. He was lying in a ditch next to two other soldiers and his eyes were wide open and staring at the sky.

RUMORS OF WAR BY PETER STINE 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 44

The girl always seemed to be there. No visible connection to anyone at all. Maybe nine or ten, with blond pigtails and wearing a plain calico dress,…

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