Everyone dreams to become something growing up- Doctor, fire-fighter.
Joe’s dream was not to become …a casualty of war.
That desire, his sole aim in life, kept him alive when war rampaged all around him, burning all his possessions to the ground.
He didn’t let the horrors of war keep him awake at night. He laughed, loved, worked and sired his family tree as if his soil had never met blood.
Joe neatly arranged the used matchsticks. He might need those for fuel ,he thought, if there was a war.
“…war changed him…”, people whispered behind his back.
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This 100 word story was written for the 100 word photo challenge. More details about this challenge can be found at: https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2016/04/27/29-april-2016/
PHOTO PROMPT © Mary Shipman
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