The War was over, they said. You said, don’t slam the door. Don’t wake me if I’m dreaming. Don’t raise your voice.
Night after night I matched my breathing to your measured steps. Maybe this time you’d come back to bed.
The War is not over.
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Christine Hanolsy 
Nope. Obvs it was just me. #mynameisoutlier
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The bookends work well, as others have said. The “they” confused me at first. I got there, but maybe making the sentence that starts with “You” a new paragraph would have helped me.
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Hmm, good point – I hadn’t considered that. Thanks!
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Another facet–an intimate reminder of “the other side” of war. Fits so nicely with Rowan’s and Shailaja’s pieces, too.
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Oh my this is fav micro story so far. I love the way your story turns and ends with the war still on.
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Loved this. That is all.
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I love how you used the prompt and twisted it at the end. Very emotive.
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PTSD must be so hard on the soldiers as well as the caregivers. Sigh. And may I say I missed reading you? So much? ❤
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Christine! You managed to get so much in your 46 words. I imagine this would be true for many soldiers returning home.
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Wow, Christine! I could feel the stress of the situation in this. It must be hard for spouses when their loved ones come back from war but aren’t the same.
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