There was no heroic sacrifice among the sand and twisted metals of what was, no valiant struggle in battle like they said.
Only the empty shell of a life welcomed him back, warmth and smiles ripped from its bones. In place of her laughter and comfort, silence became his loyal companion as the sun spun steadfast and onward.
It came slowly for him from the depth of every shadow, allowing the poisons to eat away at the senses and soul while only the pendulum had the strength to carry on.
It wasn’t supposed to end like this…
My entry for this week’s Five Sentence Fiction from Lillie McFerrin. And this one hits a bit close to a subject that is often spoken of, but never easy to confront. It’s a tragedy so many must face.
I hope you all enjoy.