Awakening-Ignatius: Goodbye

[sinfulstories]

He didn't start crying until after they'd all left. It wasn't purposeful,  the pain just didn't register until they all got in to their cars and drove away. Sitting now at the base of the old elm, he began to weep. Clutched in his left hand was a square of white cotton, embroidered with flowers at one corner, and stained the color of rust with

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[neberu]

I think he'll fit right in.