May 18th, 2006


Pieces of Peace

Pieces of Peace
by Everett A Warren

July 3, 1988

They talked as they waited for the dawn to filter through the trees. They sat on the bank of the pond, once water, now only dried-up mud and more than slightly polluted. A strange hush had fallen, their voices and the wind the only sounds. Their talk helped soothe the pain each felt within. They compared the symptoms, and in an ironic twist most of their problems were the same, save he was sent from his home, and she was forced to stay in her home. He wondered if his mother would bother looking for him when she calmed down. They both knew her father would be out looking for them when he found her window open.

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Copyright (c) 1988 Everett A Warren

You can find this story in my collection, Cautionary Fables: Warts & All, available on or by order from your local bookseller.