“Orders came from Medical HQ: the nurse and doctor were being assigned to different units. They wondered if a skulker had reported them embracing each other for support and comfort. The lavation of their love from their hearts and souls began.” Word 125: Love in the Time of War
Assigned to another field hospital, she would seduce peace from the bedizen wraith of war herself if she could. Constant treadmill of gore and pain. Nothing changed; yet … her belly swelled until its’ convex nature could no longer be hidden. Dismissed in dishonour. “Filth,” spat the head nurse and colonel. But she had a keepsake of her doctor, her lover, a tiny baby girl: Pax.
As legs were sawn and the shell-shocked screamed, he deconstructed her few letters; searched for her through war zones. He grew despondent, alexithymic. Pax grasped her crayon like a scalpel. The causalities of war need not bear outward wounds.
Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle 126 (24.10.16). The two characters met, fell in love and were parted in Wordle 125, and their story continues here. Can there yet be a happy ending?
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October 25, 2016 at 7:11 am
Crossing my fingers for a happy ending!! :D
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October 25, 2016 at 7:15 am
Me too! Though I’m not sure yet.
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October 24, 2016 at 8:34 am
Ok so I need to find the first instalment because this is just too good. Wow… so beautifully captured. The injustice of war and of social constraint through a conflict. As if holding to old fashioned morals could stave off the horror of war… Insightful. Thank you
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October 24, 2016 at 9:16 am
Click on the link Wordle 125 in red, and you can read the first installment where authority and social order forced them apart.
That’s the folly, isn’t it — that the horror of war can somehow be written off no matter the era.
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October 24, 2016 at 7:09 am
Me too! This story intrigues me and, I agree, the the writing is gorgeous. I like the way you have interwoven the love affair between the nurse and the doctor with the ‘constant treadmill of gore and pain’, legs being sawn an the screaming of the shell-shocked. And then there’s little Pax – great name, by the way.
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October 24, 2016 at 8:32 am
Your praise has me blushing too. I thought Pax would be a good name for a baby conceived in war.
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October 24, 2016 at 4:47 am
Lovely use of the words, bedizen was a challenge wasn’t it…you used it well…
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October 24, 2016 at 7:42 am
Thank you — I thought you bedizened your story well!
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October 24, 2016 at 2:36 am
I am glad you decided to continue her story because I have been wondering about her ever since your first installment. The writing is gorgeous. Such a mix of emotions in this torment, longing, the joy of her precious little one. Wow!
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October 24, 2016 at 7:49 am
I didn’t consciously plan on continuing, but there must have been something subconsciously as I saw your word list, and thought of her having a convex belly, and he, having lost the humanity she gave to war, succumbing to mental issues.
Thank you for the kind compliment regarding my writing (I’m blushing).
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