Storygram #28

Storygram #28

The fires are here. The smoke is billowing ahead of them and beginning to flow around me. It threatens to seize my lungs, choking me into submission for the flames’ easy consumption.

Storygram #27

Storygram #27

No one blamed him. But he blamed himself. He erected a fence between the children and his work, to keep them safer.

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