The flag sways unprotected in the rain, ropes broke, without escape. A metal ladder is near and a boy hiding beneath a tree.
A cart rools away down the frozen food, past the crowded sales rack of un-lean meat, a stack of cans in its path. The busy store soon hears an announcement "Clean up, isle 5".
The neighbor knocks on your door asking for a jump. The cables in your car will not haunt you, your favorite TV show is on and the TIVO is broken.
The girl crowds in the corner shivering in fear of the return of her mother's boyfriend. but she wont tell because she has never seen her mother happier and or more sober in her short 10 years.
the storm pushed through my house as badly as yours. i offer you what shelter i have, you give me none of your water. the hinges on my doors will never slam shut, i will pass before you share.
The car along side the winding road flashes its hazards. The rain pouring about your window shield allow you to think “someone else will stop, wont they?”
the boy climbs the ladder and retrieves the flag. he remains unburned, unscathed. He takes the flag to the room and keeps it, protects it, out of the glory of the wind.
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