Sunday, 23 February 2014
Monday, 3 February 2014
(Typed by Joe)
A letter came through the door. Edwena opened the letter and a fateful frown came on her face. A tear trickled down her cheek as she read and read. The one tear multiplied and she began to cry. Killed in action it read. How could she tell her children.6 months later they were going for a walk. Far off on the other side of the field she saw a blurred figure “Henry?” she whispered. She walked toward the man. Then a run. Then a sprint “dada” shouted the boy “kids, Edwena your home your home Henry
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