Snippet from Character Berta in Stained | Writer & Author Teresa Little
These children can't understand how time will change things, how relationships and children will change things. Some wounds are to the core and while cleaned, bandaged, and sutured, shrapnel is left behind. There are those lucky enough to have these shards arise to exit on their own, but for most of us, our luck does not extend so far. I believed I had dealt with my demons, placed them to bed and eradicated them back to the nether regions of hell that spawned them. Yet if I am to be honest with myself I pushed the shrapnel back in, deemed it too dangerous to remove – a thing to be lived with far beneath the surface. Now God laughs at me. A marksman found my vital organs, hit me with words that strike fear and cause me to bleed: Cancer and Death. I am left to wonder about old wounds and healing, shaken by the fear that has never left me. Those nagging thoughts the shrapnel to my heart bleeding me slow.