

Anger Forgotten Anger ForgottenAnger Forgotten by ~p8r1ck
A cool bead of sweat rolled slowly down my forehead and collected on my furrowed brow. The sun glinted on the gun metal grey pick axe head now at rest in the green grass next to my foot. I watched quietly as my father began digging and scraping the packed earth around the old dead tree stump.
I was angry at my father, for as long as I can remember. I didn''t know why anymore, I just was.
Swing and thump and swing and thump went my axe angrily into the old dead wood. A few hits into the stump, Dad cleared the debris with the shovel. Swing and thump and swing and thump. Dad scraped a little more wood out of the way. Swi
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Lost and never found.
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Martin Foster
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