#WritcoStoryPrompt8
The picture in the frame held a lot of memories. Some good, some sad. Her tired eyes roamed over it one last time before she tossed it in the fire. It was time to start afresh everything of her past life. Everything! Each and every moments with him; memories. she felt difficult to forget all but she had to do it. Otherwise she couldn't live a satisfied life of her own. Yes, the young man in the frame with her was
actually her soul. He was her life. He was her happiness. He was her power.
She believed that he was a special gift for her life. He was her love! It was fate??After five years of their happy life , he passed away ....
Actually she realised that it was not any fate given by God. It was a man made war which killed her husband in the name of unnecessary violences.

she read a poem named "General,Your Tank" written by Bertolt Brecht.
she re-read the last lines continuously:
"Man is very useful. He can fly and he can kill. But he has one defect. He can think."
She interpreted it.
Man can think but he doesn't think. Stop war and spread peace. Nations should be united.
Love should spread everywhere,not blood.
She sighed.



© Mahima Narayanan