Wednesday 24 February 2010

55 fiction - The War and the Watch

The war was over. He was looking for something amidst the debris. Suddenly he noticed a shining object at distance. He ran to it eagerly, knelt down, took it in his left hand. 

Tears rolled down his blood stained cheeks on seeing his special pocket watch next to his right hand severed 2 days ago.

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