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Aftermath

He woke up and took cover. His shirt was drenched in sweat and his breathing laboured. As he heard the gunshots again closeby, he groped in the dark for his gun but couldn’t find it.

A body lay on the bed. Was that a friend or foe? Where was that damned gun?

The body spoke, “Honey, come back on bed. The war got over five years back. You’re home.” Her voice was calm as always. But she was hesitating from touching him, afraid of his reflex response.

He knew her. Then her face came back in focus as, once again, she pulled him back from his personal hell, just like every night…

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I am an Instructional Designer, avid reader, small-town woman and working mother with a fish-eye perspective. I have just published my first book, The Forest Bed and other short stories. If you like my stories on this blog, feel free to Like, Comment, Reblog and Share. You can reach me at shailygrwl@gmail.com or through my Facebook page facebook.com/shailyagrawalwrites/

2 thoughts on “Aftermath

    1. The problem is that people tend to judge army people as ‘tough’ but they are just as human as they live through these shocks more than we do.

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