Friday Fictioneers – Three Of Me

(Author’s note: Starting next week, I will be taking a social media break. It will not impact writing, but contact on Twitter, Gab, and Facebook will be curbed for one month. E-mail will be alright, if you need to. Here’s today’s Fictioneers…)

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© Liz Young

The Three Of Me

by Miles H. Rost

 If you could see what I’ve seen, you’d swear I was not normal.

I’m not.

On one hand, I see like a child. Innocence, virtue, trust, all in one place. One another hand, I see death, vindictiveness, the decay of the world. And on the third hand, the one never seen, there’s pain, deception, and even love.

Every slap a betrayal, every push a declaration of love, every tear a cry for relief and comfort. And each time I am asked the same question: Is it all worth it?

For these children marked from substance abuse: You’re damn right.

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17 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Three Of Me

  1. Well written. I have been brought up on the Parable of the Good Samaritan and I truly try never to leave someone by the road. I try to help but I am only human and at times need someone to stop for me.
    xx Rowena

  2. “And on the third hand, the one never seen, there’s pain, deception, and even love.” This line grabbed me and captured the feeling of despair artfully. Heart wrenching take on the prompt.

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