A Moment of ReflectionA Story by Nathanial TiradoIt was only when I came upstairs, turned on the light and
looked into the window did I see him, the murderer of my family. The window was
inky black black in the moonless overcast night. It was then that I knew he and
I weren’t as different as I thought. © 2014 Nathanial Tirado |
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