The Sun's Departing Kiss

by Darren Sant

I sit and watch the dying rays of the day disappear behind the hill in Massachusetts. The bright spots fade gradually leaving the hill to slowly darken. I imagine I hear their cries on this day so very long ago and yet only a moment in time. Blood and bones litter the hillside in my mind, so I step gingerly in response. I whistle the dog and she comes running tail wagging, tongue lolling, heart singing, oblivious. Together we leave the sobering shadow of Bunker Hill.

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Darren Sant is a writer living in Hull. His proudest works are the Longcroft Tales and a novella called The Bank Manager and the Bum.