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

Weekly Serial Book 7 Chapter 1: A Flower’s Cry

A flower bloomed today. I saw it out through the dusty, cracked basement window and watched as it struggled up toward the sunlight. It had chosen, this brave flower, a tiny knoll set in an expanse of dirty, muddy ground to begin its fight for existence. Rows upon rows of beaten, battered ruins of what…