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A father's duty

Duty of hate

By Peter RosePublished 11 months ago 1 min read

The hate in my heart fed my brain, compelled stillness in my limbs, I waited in my hide. My camouflage was good and my patience strong. Grazing deer came and went, songbirds trilled and flew away. The light started to fade, but I stayed. My target drove down the lane, stopping just feet from his door. He opened the car door and started to emerge, I squeezed the trigger so very gently, saw his head snap back from the blow. I waited as still as before, then so carefully cleaned my den. Duty done on he who killed my son.


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Peter Rose

Collections of "my" vocal essays with additions, are available as printed books ASIN 197680615 and 1980878536 also some fictional works and some e books available at Amazon;-


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