Casualties of War

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The war was over, the dead had been buried, damages were been repaired but It seemed like the dry trees that quivered a mite in the harsh winds of the winter month were the only ones whom felt the sore cold as people walked about their daily activities exchanging a greeting. Peter sat on the rock that he usually climbed to be able to see the village. The village has been through hell but yet it is here booming with life and activities.

He look around as he thought, "How am I still alive to witness this". Taking a deep breath, he perceived all the memories of how the people of the village would seat around a bonfire and break bread together at night. Children giggle and tease the adults, women braiding their hair, men prepare the barbecue for everyone and play soft music notes with flutes and clarinets.

Those memories are forever in his heart, for it is the reason why he hasn't taken his life by his hand as was barely holding on to life. Some women rubbing their gloved hands together, while gripping their shawls tightly around themselves and arranging their feathered hats attracted his attention. He noticed one of the women looked like Anna, his wife. Looking at the woman, Peter was swayed into the memories of how his wife was killed during the war. Struggling to step out of it, his haunted dreams came out to play in full force.

Heartbeat increasing rapidly, sweat drops dripping from his scalp to his temple, nose flaring, pupils dilated, "aaaaaaaaaaaah!" Peter screamed as he whisper to himself, "I can't turn off the pain, I can't turn off the memory". Hitting his head with knuckles, memories of the war flooded in and it was like he was reliving the events of the war all over again. With every memory spinning in his mind he couldn't take it anymore as he ran and jumped off the mountain to his death. The village was healing from the damage of the war, but Peter, a spider who fought during the war wasn't healing instead his mind was devoured by the memories of war.

Hello Freewriters, my name is Malka and I love writing. This is my first time writing in this community. I joined hive a few days and I am willing to learn. I am yet to know the ways of this platform. Thank you all.

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