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The photo is a seascape. On the beach some seagulls are resting. A sailboat with a brightly colored sail is on the water. The sky is overcast.

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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100

THE FROZEN SEA WITHIN US

Shadow monsters chased Franz. Twisted trees and thorny brambles caught his clothes. He snapped open his eyes.

            The wind howled outside, sounding like shouts of tyrants and wails of children.

            “Mother! Father! Help!” He cried out. “A drink please! I’m so thirsty.”

            Father loomed over him. 

Instead of water or the comforting words the child longed for, Father carried him to the balcony. “Never disturb my sleep again, you little insect.” The door locked behind him.

            Frigid wind whipped through the boy’s thin nightgown. For the rest of his all-too-brief life, Franz Kafka despaired of ever winning his father’s love.

“A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.”
― Franz Kafka

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