Only One

Smoke-filled field burrows soldiers’ deep trialed fear to their marrows. Clanking across the battlefield unbeknownst, unclear are the remnants of the revolution. It comes, the change to each side in victory and defeat. Trapped outside the set mindset in a hollow tree the thought grows until it blossoms to the default preset. The one option. Only one. Of that day the solider fears as they know it means the coin never lands on its side, but always heads or tails. Only one.

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