Braden
by Bruce • February 20, 2018 • LifeStuff • 0 Comments
Clackety-clackety-clack. The train passes a long feild. A red barn and farmhouse sit angled toward each other at the back end of it. The white of a passing post is bright under the midday light. “Braden”, he says. “Braden.” In front of him, a large toddler lays mounted on top of the the green...
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