Father’s Son

Jim Cherry
Nov 1 · 29 min read
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The head of the charging bull elephant filled my vision. I’d angered it with my presence, I was too close to his harem, His head was down, his ears extended making himself as large as he could, tusks pointed forward. There was good reason the Indians had used them in war, and Alexander and his battle-hardened army had quaked in fear when they first saw them. A charging elephant is a massive, thundering, unstoppable creature capable of trampling any human and horse…

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Jim Cherry

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I lived the first 23 years of my life in my imagination. If you want to know more about me you can find me in between the lines of my stories.

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