I promised to share excerpts from my newest middle grade novel; here is one. My heart breaks whenever I read parts like this.
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The only thing I remember about my dad is his tattoo. It
was barbed wire and wrapped around his bicep. When I was little, I’d sit on his
lap and trace the tattoo with my pudgy fingers. I remember the day as clear as
ice he told me about the tattoo.
“You like that, Will?” he said. He took another sip of
beer. “Got that when I was in the Marines. Something to do. When you’re older,
maybe you can get one just like it. Then we’ll match.”