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Accession IBP-S-005 · Flash Fiction
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Behind the Holly Bush
by
I love Him…
He dominates my mind. Every thought, every word, every image, He’s there.
If only He hadn’t gone away; I feel like I spoke with Him just yesterday.
No, that’s not right, yesterday I was at the park. The park where we first met; if only I had spoken with Him that day, instead of staying safely behind the holly bush.
I will see Him at His home today, it is better that we commune this way.
I don’t like hearing, “No.” from Him.
Silence serves His soft nature better…
Headstone:
David Anders
1998 – 2026
Gone too soon.
— End of file. You were warned. —




