desensitized

  • Desensitized

    The gunshots came without preamble, like a vicious killer that snuck from behind, gutting the night air of its serenity. The brutal fusillade chased him from his bed to scamper beneath the wooden frame. Hands mashed to his ears, body bent in fetal hopelessness, he tried to block the sounds of safety splintering all around Continue reading

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