Once upon a time (spoliers)

I wrote a short story that was meant to speak to violence that lingers in the air, that meant to speak to the logic of violence itself.  [1] Well not just any kinds of violence, though it touches on that. At the end, there's a moment with a manifestation and there we see something like a... well what exactly?


[1] I listened to the very short audiobook of it and loved every minute of it. Well, actually it gave me the chills as I relived the moment of gestation/creation for that piece and the emotion & thoughts that came with it.

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