Challenge
Challenge of the Month XI: December
The Unknown. Perhaps it's our purpose, or an obscure branch of theoretical physics. Maybe it's the existence of a supreme being, or the origin of life. Or maybe it's something more personal. Write about something unknown. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose. $100 purse to our favorite entry. Outstanding entries will be shared with our publishing partners.
Dawn
My daughter comes home later and later each night.
I worry, sometimes I cry.
I always ask her what’s kept her.
Boys? She’s too young (I think),
but that would be sort of ok.
Drugs? My body starts stinking of terror.
The answer she gives me is always the same:
“Father”, she says. “You just can’t understand”.
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