Welcome to Weeping Wednesday, where we present to you writing that makes us cry, whether from beauty, banality, or simple botches.
This little section needs no introduction, I think.
General Chi finally woke up from his sleep. He woke from the crying of the naked clad women in his tent and he smiled once he realized what had awakened him.
I suspect the women are crying not because of big bad General Chi, but because they’ve been caught up in this terrible story. And what exactly does “naked clad” mean, anyway? Perhaps their plight of unknown dress has caused them distress.