His Protector

A roadside execution was the only solution to protect his son

From the “fun” these strangers wanted to have with him.

In a dead civilization everyone was an enemy

Nightly conversations hoping for salvation

But their surroundings were devastating

The stench of rotted corpses lingered in the air as they inched closer to shelter

A naive child curious with questions

His father answered with a face full of depression

Looking forward to another gray ash and smoked filled morning

On alert for any warnings

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