Ceasefire

P1000566 (1).jpg

He set his eyes toward the horizon line without concern for the crossfire.

It was a momentary break, the fingers tightly bent, now subsided.

For the instant, he remembered how it felt to exhale, to breathe in again smelling something sweet and forgiving.

It was a momentary break.

One comment

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s