The Dilemma

The mark on his hand seemed embossed when the glass of wine was picked up. It was still a dilemma between happy and sad. One of the worst that kept this soldier’s life cringed.

The days of war were perfectly knit, as if each second was meant for something valiant and exciting. These days possessed an ugly contrast— passing the time needed senseless efforts. How will the wine help decide, whether to celebrate or regret; the war that was once won, at the cost of his mother.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s