99 Word Story- I Used To Play Here

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A decade has passed since small chubby hands gripped these chains I think, Idally pushing myself forwards and backwards on the creaky swing, being careful not to lose my balance and fall into the crater behind me. 

I can see my house from here, or rather the space where my house once was, now nothing more than a mound of twisted concrete and forgotten things. 

Why have I come back here, to the place I used to play? My childhood died here, was murdered here. 

Just another victim of war I suppose.  

At least I lived to mourn it.

Written for and inspired by 99 Word Stories

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