On the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month, the Armistice was signed; eschatology of war to cease.

After 4 years of being drouked in blood, he found it impossible to return to being a civilian doctor. Instead, he took a position at a mental institution. Among the mad, the bedraggled, the debris of society, he found a certain kind of peace. He understood their flight from reality.  And, though he might try to deceive himself, his heart still held love for her.

She forged a life for herself and little Pax, wrapping her child in love, standing sentry against the perceived adversities of the world. Her transition from war to peace not seamless; a passing glance of a man’s face, so much like his, through a subway car window wiped the film of denial away with her tears. Once she had found him on the battlefield, in time of war. Could she find him again, in time of peace?


Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle # 127 (31.10.16): Part Three

Part One: love in times of war

Part Two: keepsakes in the time of war


@ my frilly Freudian slip