PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
To Life (100 Words)
We were so busy fighting we didn’t witness the world exploding around us.
Now in the flickering light cast by oil lamps, you and I sit in this bunker on the border of life and annihilation.
Radios have been silenced. Electricity ceased. No throb of life echoes above.
What short-sighted egotism determined this war would have a winner?
Today we traded stories about childhood, discovering we weren’t so different. This evening we trade thoughts about life, weighing miracles, promises, laughter, births.
Later we will open bottles of bourbon and raise our glasses in the radiation-polluted air.
“To life, my enemy.”
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Categories: Flash Fiction