1. In The Cold, Dark Time
... , staring, but not speaking. And in the night, I would turn, and there would be his eyes, lit up by the night-lamp or by the moonlight, and that glow of theirs would strike me and I would imagine they contained the sparks of incendiary bombs for melting ice, or the red-hot destruction of rockets and bullets. In the daylight the sunlight toured the perimeters of his eyes like a firefight ... , but the night was the worst, for then they were the brightest and the strangest. I thought I should say something to him, but could never bring myself to ... born into a time of war and that none of...
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- Grade Level: High School