1. In The Cold, Dark Time
... -bitten waifs without food or shelter or good coats and there was no food or shelter or good coats to give them. Nothing to offer them but the war and a cold, slow death. There were more children than adults now, and the adults were about war and there were only a few like myself there to help them. One of the few ... not another word until the middle of the night when I drifted into sleep momentarily, for all my sleep was momentary, and opened my eyes to the lamp light and the cold hospital air. I pulled a Kleenex from the box beside my bed and coughed blood into it. "You are getting be...
- Word Count: 1820
- Approx Pages: 7
- Grade Level: High School