Drabble, post war. Use your imagination- I suppose it could be the BoH, or the first war, whatever.
They
aren't drunk,
only
tipsy.
Ok,
maybe
he's
slightly drunk.
But
doesn't he
have
a
right to be?
Because
she's gone
and
he's not,
and
he's being
comforted by
someone who's
only
(slightly)
tipsy.
And
where's
the
p
o
i
n
t
in that?
And
the green lights
still flash
in
his
memory,
burnt into his
brown
irises like
c
a
m
e
r
a
flashes
that used to
haunt his childhood
and
he
sees the death
of
people
he
(loved),
like a video
set
on
repeat.
And
he
tries to
comfort
him but it
isn't
working,
because he
doesn't know
what it's like
to
see
(her)
shot down
in flames
and
(him)
blown to pieces.
Because his father wasn't there, and shouldn't be here.