Little Eilert

March 11, 2022
Nothing More, Nothing Less

The bullet hits.

I was gifted to him when he was just a boy. 

We’d play war and children’s games. Eventually, true war came to his step. He walked out, facing it.

Though he was brave, he was just a boy.

He brought me along, watching over him as always. The tin soldier in the real one’s breast pocket.

Too many battles, too much death. The game, now a memory.

Another battle. A bullet meant for him ripped through the air, stopping just before piercing his flesh.

No longer watching, finally protecting him. Saying goodbye when he’s become a man.

Harrison Peck

Writer, Reader, Traveler, Coffee Drinker, Donut Dunker Extraordinaire

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