They lit the signal fire in the night. This morning, I drew the short straw.
My mother pressed kisses to my eyelids; weeping, pressed a God’s-eye into my palm. I refused my father’s only horse.
What have I to fear from war? Yesterday, you said you loved another.
Christine Hanolsy 
Really loved “refused my father’s only horse”
The ending hit hard with the depths of the MCs pain and walking to war numb…not even angry.
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I have a soft spot for the overwhelming melodrama of youth. *hahaha*
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Great job creating a complete story in so few words. Short phrases like “I refused my father’s only horse” reveal so much about them.
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Christine, you always weave in so much emotion in your micros. You should do a micro course!
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❤ That's so kind of you! I won't lie, the thought has crossed my mind…
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Yay! I’d sign up for that one.
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