Two in the morning, inside the cottage all was still.
Bugs stared into the fire, mesmerized by the pulsating glowing embers, the silence, the warmth.
A man fell,his lifeless body face down in the mud.
A Man who only that morning had rolled a smoke and made us chuckle as we sipped our tea. Gone.
Thousands of deaths, thousands of thank’s, all you want is to be spared a thought.
You’ve got it!

Categories: Burning the Midnight Oil


I'm a disabled ex-Soldier, just entering my Autumn years. I write purely out of enjoyment about anything and everything. My main interests are Nature, especially birds and history. I enjoy reading, fiction or non-fiction, it doesn't matter, any genre pleases me.


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