Powerful and deep…this is excellent.


©September 17th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram

Jonah stood at the window, and looked out at the harvest moon.  Tears glittered in his eyes, and he brushed them away absently.

“Come back,” he whispered into the night.  No one answered.  A night bird called somewhere.  A breeze ruffled his hair, made him look vulnerable and younger than his thirty-three years.

Jonah hadn’t expected to live that long.

Nothing was ever easy for Jonah.  He burned with an incandescent rage, and anyone who came close to him shied away from the sheer force of it.

As a young teen in a body crippled by spina bifida, he saw the handsome, strapping teenage boys around him, and wanted to strike out at something, anything to rid himself of the rage and sorrow, and bitterness that ate away at his base of his soul, which was raw like the tip of his…

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2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. sheldonk2014
    Oct 07, 2016 @ 13:21:06

    Great find
    Beautiful story

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