The aubade of war was a blissful sound, dulling me to sleep. My man was getting ready to be greeted by Battle. And I had insisted he wear white, but he wanted to cosplay the brown Tunic that he wore when we wed many a guns ago. And so we had fought over his love… Continue reading The Aubade of War
I broke up with love, again.
I heard two cotton buds whispering, “One may never know when we chance upon the Light”. Raindrops fell on a book.
This particular short-story was written last year, when I was in university and we had short-stories in our curriculum. I was rather pleased by it but as any writer, I feel this could’ve been better. Enjoy reading. Au Revoir.