I knew something was wrong.
I saw it on their faces.
But I was too young to understand.
Even when they told me what had happened.
I didn’t understand.
I really tried.
But I was too young.
I was an old man before I knew what had happened that day.
Before I knew what had been wrong.
And even then I didn’t really understand.
I guess you had to have been there to really know what happened.
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Categories: flash fiction