Salt stubbornly clung to the air, even through the flames. Its pungency folded into smoke, filling frayed edges of my memory. Amongst brackish clouds of rubble whipping around me, a metal tang lurked, ambushing my tongue. Sweat climbed my back warily, as if even it feared the ominous column of heat. The farm house GrandpopContinue reading “Lariat by Rohan Mahapatra | Honorable Mention 2025 Rural Teen Writing Contest”
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