Weekly Serial Book 7 Chapter 2: A Flower’s Cry

A flower died today.

I saw it disappear under many muddy, tramping boots as the soldiers dragged me away. But I knew that, sometime, somewhere, another would lift its brave head to the morning sun and cry out in defiance,

“I will live!”

Written May 18, 1984

From the Cold War Kid collection

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