Bri Soderberg

My End is My Beginning

Part One: HER They part for him like the Red Sea. We didn’t have to see him to know when he came, we just had to watch. As kids, hiding behind the cloth of a mother’s dress or peaking through the cracks of a toppled house. As adults, from rooftops where we could catch a better glimpse or through the barrel of a gun as we waited for a good shot.