Her fingernails dug into my skin, flecks of my colour flitted down to rest upon the floorboards by her feet, going painfully unnoticed, as she desperately tried to peer through the doorway.
Gunshots sounding from the East of Base Camp were not uncommon, yet they still rattled our soldier’s bones to a standstill for a few seconds before being able to continue with our tasks; a silent word of prayer passing through us all for the safe return of our men.
A woman’s sharp intake of breath drowned out the sound of the rain thrashing against the walls and windows of the rundown house on the outskirts of town.
As unfinished as it was dull, The Diner had fallen into a dilapidated existence.
Never has the silence been so profound. Never has the pain been too much too bear.
Change; the only reason to begin noticing what has always been there.