He was curled in a ball, crying in the corner. His whaling tore my heart out. The bullet had grazed his arm. I knew his mother was dead before I touched her. She Lay by the cookstove in a pool of blood. More blood on the floor than in her body. I went to him and reached down. His hands were curled into his stomach. I lifted him bodily. As I did, his arms went around my neck. He clung to me so tight it almost hurt. His crying slowed down.
Baby Killer
Baby Killer
Baby Killer
He was curled in a ball, crying in the corner. His whaling tore my heart out. The bullet had grazed his arm. I knew his mother was dead before I touched her. She Lay by the cookstove in a pool of blood. More blood on the floor than in her body. I went to him and reached down. His hands were curled into his stomach. I lifted him bodily. As I did, his arms went around my neck. He clung to me so tight it almost hurt. His crying slowed down.