Prompt for August 16: Four Lines of Prose about when Push Comes to Shove

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[prompt from http://daily-writing.blogspot.com/ ]

Even though his feet were rubbed raw and he could feel his blood congealing around his toes, staining his skin, he continued to run. He needed to get away from the horrors of the war. He didn’t want to stay in the camp anymore, learning how to shoot his friends’ parents and others his own age.

He just had to keep running until he reached a safe place or he couldn’t run anymore.

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