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scrunched his wrinkled face.
War never changed; it was the same stench of rotting bodies and endless terrors. Abraham served in the U.S. Army before the Civil War when he was but a boy. However, now he believed the old “red, white, and blue” was a distant memory. The latest weapons threatened to pulverize every damn continent like a festering wound stuffed with radiation. The carnage coming was like nothing the world had ever faced. And all for what?
Wide awake, the internal chaos brought his sore eyes to his tiny wife sleeping beside him. Listening to his wife’s tiny snores, his cheeks dimpled. Beth was the sweetest soul. Dust danced upon the shards of crimson light that highlighted her gentle features.
“You awake, Beth?” he asked brushing an auburn curl out of her face. The only answer was a huff of air as she stirred in peaceful harmony. “I don’t know what I would do without you,” he mouthed. Beth had lost two brothers to the senseless violence. Both of them wore the navy blue jackets of the Northern Republic. Sweet Beth begged them not to go. She knew both sides were wrong. You could never justify kindergarteners in coffins. Nevertheless, her brothers were stuffed with testosterone and whiskey when they enlisted. The vicious conflict left countless fractured families and broken homes.
I can’t believe that was a year ago , he thought, rolling to his side and kicking his stiff legs. Africa, Australia, Europe, Japan, Canada, and Israel made up the superpowers sided with the North. The South aligned itself with China, Russia, South America, and most of the Middle East. As bad as it was in America, most of the counties overseas were far worse. Hate had reached its boiling point. All that was left was the nuclear option. It hadn’t happened yet, but most people believed it was only a matter of time.
He shifted to his aching back and stared up at the white ceiling. His focus rocked back and forth like he was watching an endless tennis match. He prayed for the infinite torment of his running mind to end. Nonetheless, the end ever came. Abraham didn’t know what to do or if anything would help him sleep. He hated the red shimmers of light. It affected him, made him angry and restless. Maybe it was causing all of the worldwide bloodshed?
A slight ringing tapped in his left ear. As if he could hear the phone before it erupted in tone, his age spotted hands scrambled for the receiver. He didn’t want to wake his tranquil wife. In few days the first bombs would fall and the phone lines would be forever gone. The whole world would fester.
“Hello?” he whispered, cupping his mouth with his free hand. He slid on a frameless pair of glasses and waited.
“Dad,” said Peter loud enough to reverberate.
“Peter, is that you?” Abraham climbed out of his tangle of blankets.
“Sorry to wake you,” his oldest son replied, breathing heavily through his nose.
“You didn’t wake me.”
Peter sighed “Still not sleeping?”
“A little here and there,” Abraham whispered, sliding his feet into a pair of slippers at the edge of the bed. He slipped out into the shadowy hall, wondering why Peter was calling this early in the morning. Peter was his oldest son and a humble man. He was considered Abraham’s good kid. Peter had taken up residence a few miles down the dirt road. All of Abraham’s family lived nearby, and that was a blessing.
“Have you talked to Robb?”
Abraham shook his wary head. He hadn’t talked to his son in three weeks. Robb was the middle boy, and a bit different in a peculiar way. Robb loved science and math. He could read and understand things that made Abraham’s head drum. That wasn’t to say the rest of his children were dumb. All of them were successful in their own ways. Yet, Robb was rocket science, fly-you-to-the-moon smart. He never played with toys; he never played sports. All he ever wanted to do was read and build things.
After a slight pause Abraham sighed. “You
War never changed; it was the same stench of rotting bodies and endless terrors. Abraham served in the U.S. Army before the Civil War when he was but a boy. However, now he believed the old “red, white, and blue” was a distant memory. The latest weapons threatened to pulverize every damn continent like a festering wound stuffed with radiation. The carnage coming was like nothing the world had ever faced. And all for what?
Wide awake, the internal chaos brought his sore eyes to his tiny wife sleeping beside him. Listening to his wife’s tiny snores, his cheeks dimpled. Beth was the sweetest soul. Dust danced upon the shards of crimson light that highlighted her gentle features.
“You awake, Beth?” he asked brushing an auburn curl out of her face. The only answer was a huff of air as she stirred in peaceful harmony. “I don’t know what I would do without you,” he mouthed. Beth had lost two brothers to the senseless violence. Both of them wore the navy blue jackets of the Northern Republic. Sweet Beth begged them not to go. She knew both sides were wrong. You could never justify kindergarteners in coffins. Nevertheless, her brothers were stuffed with testosterone and whiskey when they enlisted. The vicious conflict left countless fractured families and broken homes.
I can’t believe that was a year ago , he thought, rolling to his side and kicking his stiff legs. Africa, Australia, Europe, Japan, Canada, and Israel made up the superpowers sided with the North. The South aligned itself with China, Russia, South America, and most of the Middle East. As bad as it was in America, most of the counties overseas were far worse. Hate had reached its boiling point. All that was left was the nuclear option. It hadn’t happened yet, but most people believed it was only a matter of time.
He shifted to his aching back and stared up at the white ceiling. His focus rocked back and forth like he was watching an endless tennis match. He prayed for the infinite torment of his running mind to end. Nonetheless, the end ever came. Abraham didn’t know what to do or if anything would help him sleep. He hated the red shimmers of light. It affected him, made him angry and restless. Maybe it was causing all of the worldwide bloodshed?
A slight ringing tapped in his left ear. As if he could hear the phone before it erupted in tone, his age spotted hands scrambled for the receiver. He didn’t want to wake his tranquil wife. In few days the first bombs would fall and the phone lines would be forever gone. The whole world would fester.
“Hello?” he whispered, cupping his mouth with his free hand. He slid on a frameless pair of glasses and waited.
“Dad,” said Peter loud enough to reverberate.
“Peter, is that you?” Abraham climbed out of his tangle of blankets.
“Sorry to wake you,” his oldest son replied, breathing heavily through his nose.
“You didn’t wake me.”
Peter sighed “Still not sleeping?”
“A little here and there,” Abraham whispered, sliding his feet into a pair of slippers at the edge of the bed. He slipped out into the shadowy hall, wondering why Peter was calling this early in the morning. Peter was his oldest son and a humble man. He was considered Abraham’s good kid. Peter had taken up residence a few miles down the dirt road. All of Abraham’s family lived nearby, and that was a blessing.
“Have you talked to Robb?”
Abraham shook his wary head. He hadn’t talked to his son in three weeks. Robb was the middle boy, and a bit different in a peculiar way. Robb loved science and math. He could read and understand things that made Abraham’s head drum. That wasn’t to say the rest of his children were dumb. All of them were successful in their own ways. Yet, Robb was rocket science, fly-you-to-the-moon smart. He never played with toys; he never played sports. All he ever wanted to do was read and build things.
After a slight pause Abraham sighed. “You
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