A Cold War Nightmare

“Your ego is writing cheques your body can’t cash”, a great Top Gun quote and kind of how I’m feeling.

My fight with my demented monkey is not getting any better so I’m gonna make a strategic retreat and take a time out. I’m afraid to say that I just can’t multi-task and I’m suffering for it. I seem to have a lot going on at the moment and I’m struggling to keep up.

This is not good bye this is see you later, at least from a writing point of view. So as a parting gift I’ll leave you with a failed short story. I entered it into a competition after some persuasion but to no avail.

Maybe I’m just not a story writer. Still I wrote it so I’ll publish it like I do. My attempt at a 300 word Flash Fiction.

Hwyl Fawr Ffrindiau.

A Cold War Nightmare

It was all over the news. Chaos had ensued around him and all he could do was stand there at the edge of the shore.

He should have been thinking about other things, like life flashing before his eyes kind of things. Instead he stood mindfully watching the gentle tide ebb and flow around his feet as they sunk into the wet sand.

He didn’t think that morning that the day would end like this. End; such a resolute word, to end, to stop, to cease, he just didn’t care anymore. He couldn’t do anything about it because there was no more time.

No time to play games on his console. No time to go to the movies, No time to kiss and hug his loved ones and say goodbye. No time.

No more time because they were coming. That sound, that distinctive sound coming from the horizon, getting closer, getting louder. His mind was trying to distinguish it with something different to what he knew it was. A hurricane, a tsunami, a swarm of giant killer bees, anything with a chance of survival after the event.

Unfortunately, this was not natural; this was manmade by stupid, incompetent, childish Man. He giggled to himself ironically, as he thought ‘who am I to judge’.

He was soon pulled from his thoughts as the sound became something to look at racing across the sky and yet time seemed to slow down. It was such a beautiful day with the sun shining bright in a pale blue summer sky. Not a cloud could be seen to hide the horror that was about to envelope the world. Then silence.

Silence as he watched the first of the missiles drop from the sky and hit the sea with a blinding white flash and… The end!

 

Copyright © JRFC February 2019

Images from Pixabay, modified by JRFC.

 

War

This one, written last month, was a combination idea from a game I was playing at the time and an unfortunate topic that recurred in nightmares I used to have as a teen. Odd combination I know but I’m afraid it did inspire this harrowing thought.

War

For what!!

To celebrate the audacity

Of a mushroom cloud

Aftermath

 

No one left but

The ruined statues for

The millions dead

Who will never see

 

Just mutilation

Left to rot and decay

And wash away

In storms of acid rain

 

A ravaged earth

Torn apart

Bludgeoned

And scarred

 

Not even the essence

Of history

Will morn this troubled

Landscape

 

As the ash of a

Previous existence

Now rests in

Polluted air

 

Where memories die

Not even their ghosts

Want to wonder

A dead world

 

Proud nation after

Proud nation

Felled one skyscraper

After another

 

Its people culled

In the name of peace

And protection

Of one another

 

Or so the Powers that be

Proclaimed

When they pressed the button

And all for what!!

 

Copyright © JRFC December 2018

Image from Pixabay

Remember

Remember

It was all patriotic

For King and country

Ringing in their ears

They were prepared

Until the day came and the rains fell, mud caked, cold bit and the gas choked

 Whistles blew for them to climb, breach the trench walls and blood began to flow

As they felt the thousands of metal shards speeding by, slicing, piercing; killing

In their prime; on those fields they ran out of time far too early, far to young

In our celebrations remember them 

In our freedom mourn them

As their families would 

Mothers, Fathers

Wives, Children

Those soldiers sacrifice

Their bravery, their deaths

That gave us our freedom

A heavy price to pay

Remember

Copyright © JRFC October 2018
Image By Pixabay, modified by JRFC