Broken Torch

Eva comes running out of her room this morning holding her broken torch.

A blunt instrument. They don’t make them like they used to

Eva- Daddy, my torch broke.

Me- Did you drop it?

Eva- No.

Me- How did it break?

Eva- It hit Williams head.

By David Dobson

I try not to let my age dictate how old I act

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