Field of Blood

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They were still traveling, into the dark. They had been traveling for a long time, and in Brian’s mind every inch of every step took him away from his mother, and She was all he wanted in the world.

He couldn’t cry. They hurt him when he cried. He thought of Her, the softness of her breast, her fingers with the rings, how the world was warmer when she was there, and he struggled for breath, his bottom lip bumping noisily against his teeth. James, the boy sitting by his side, slapped him hard on the ear.

Surprised at the sharpness of the pain, Brian squealed and his mouth fell open. Callum, the boy on his other side, laughed at him.

“Don’t be a crybaby,” said James.

“Yeah,” said Callum. “Don’t fucking cry.”

They laughed together, leaving him out. Brian didn’t cry. Brian thought about his tummy insides hurting and his sore foot, but he didn’t cry. It was only when he thought about her that he cried; just when he remembered not being here, then he cried. Tears raced down his cheeks, but he breathed in, managing to keep quiet.

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