Lillie McFerrin of Five Senetcne Ficiton has joined forces with Lady Bullish andJenelle to host a blog hop of Forbidden Love. Here's my effort that has left me rather heavy hearted . . . .
Don't Let the Morning Come
Looking up at the stars, we were for that moment the same as anyone else who dared to dream; wishing upon a star that those dreams would come true. Sam didn’t care as he breathed in the fresh, sweet smell of the night; the gentle lapping of the water’s edge a harmonious accompaniment to the beating of our hearts. I wished this night was everlasting. I wished the stars to stay forever and not let the sun come up with its bright optimism of a new and glorious summer’s day, for it would be forever winter in my heart.
“It will be ok.” Sam’s gentle voice of reassurance broke my melancholy as I looked into his beautiful blue eyes. A single tear ran down his cheek as he heard the approach of his fate.
“They can’t do this!” I said in a strong but desperate voice.
“Yes they can.” I knew Sam spoke the truth. I could feel the splinters of ice encasing my heart as the first signs of dawn approached. This was it. This was the final time. I couldn’t breathe. I clung to Sam, hoping they had made a mistake. . . .
He was confused and dazed when I found him, wandering across a boggy field; blood caked to his skin and uniform. I had cleaned him up by the river and he remembered a life of no bullets, guns or bombs, but music, love and laughter. I gave him those memories but now that’s all I would have; one last kiss before the blindfold wrapped around his eyes. Meticulously, the rifles aimed. The first bell tolled at six on 17th May 1914. The crackles of fire. The sun rose. Sam was gone; shot as a coward but a hero forever in my heart. . . .300 words
306 soldiers were executed for desertion and cowardice by their own side. Today those men would be treated for shell shock. They, and their families, have now been granted a posthumous pardon.