Her She was always there—taller than the rest of us, quieter too. Even as a boy, I felt something holy when she entered a room. For years I watched her, adored her from afar, imagined our life together. She seemed to shimmer in the light, a figure of grace and promise. I brought her home. I wore her close in war. She never spoke, but I listened like she did. Now, years later, I wonder if she ever knew me. If she ever loved any of us. Or if she was just a story we were told to believe in.

I loved her before I understood her. Grew up watching her sway in the breeze, thinking she belonged to all of us. #LiteraryFiction #AntiWar #PatriotismIsAMyth #ShortStory #FlagWorshipUnravelled #underland