Why Bother Going On?
by: ATW
A hundred years ago the grass had been soaked with the blood of her ancestors. The sun had beat cruelly onto the sweating soldiers’ backs. But now she lay there, basking in that same sun, on the same grass with a cool wind sweeping over her. The skirts of her outfit swayed with the breeze, as did her dark, curly locks. Her calm blue eyes lay hidden beneath her long lashed eyelids and she sat in perfect complacency.
The sun now tasted sweet and happy, like a milk chocolate candy bar. It was not intense upon her pale face, but welcoming. It made her drowsy, this lazy happiness. Nothing could compare to the tranquility that she felt at this particular moment. And she wondered if this was what it was like to die, a weightless feeling, as if she were a feather drifting down to the green prairie upon its own accord. No, thought she, not even heaven can compare to this magical moment. This is what I live for.
by: ATW
A hundred years ago the grass had been soaked with the blood of her ancestors. The sun had beat cruelly onto the sweating soldiers’ backs. But now she lay there, basking in that same sun, on the same grass with a cool wind sweeping over her. The skirts of her outfit swayed with the breeze, as did her dark, curly locks. Her calm blue eyes lay hidden beneath her long lashed eyelids and she sat in perfect complacency.
The sun now tasted sweet and happy, like a milk chocolate candy bar. It was not intense upon her pale face, but welcoming. It made her drowsy, this lazy happiness. Nothing could compare to the tranquility that she felt at this particular moment. And she wondered if this was what it was like to die, a weightless feeling, as if she were a feather drifting down to the green prairie upon its own accord. No, thought she, not even heaven can compare to this magical moment. This is what I live for.
