Message in a box

The tiny wooden box held a yellowed note.

Sergeant Akbar clutched it to his chest,  amidst the hail of gunfire above.

We are but prisoners of our own desires: to be loved, to be needed, to be consoled.

Sometimes, all at once.

©Shailaja V

Word count :42

 

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27 thoughts on “Message in a box

  1. 🙁
    how terrifying… war and the loss of innocence is something I will never understand.

    you have said it all Shailaja.. and in just 42 words

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