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Scribe's Cave Picture Prompt: During a Time of War

I came to as I stumbled on a step. The child laughed, "C'mon--you made it this far; just a little farther," and skipped down and down.32.My arm hurt and my head must have been bleeding; my cheek was numb but when I pulled back my fingers they were sticky-red.She took me into a room that made me instantly uncomfortable. I found my voice: "So, little girl--do you live here?" She nodded. I tried to bend down to her height, as if that made adults more easily understood by children. "Is this where you sleep?"She shook her head. "Not me, but you will."33.

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Scribe's Cave Picture Prompt: As Time Goes By

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