Dawn broke across the face of the battlefield. The beauty of the scarlet sky marred by the smudge of smoke rising from a makeshift funeral pyre. Milkweed and ash are carried along on the breeze. The day would be mercilessly hot.
In the center of it all, all the bodies and all the misery, lie two figures with hands intertwined. Clearly from houses on opposing sides of the melee, they chose to end their lives together rather than risk being apart for one more moment.
Together now, they rest in peace and in each others arms forever.
1 comment:
I do love this. Let's call it dark fluff. It is a wonderful drabble. It captures the emotion of a moment of great gravity. I love your description of the sky. The entire piece is exactly what I was talking about earlier. Something big with a few vivid words. You did it.
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