Essays of a Wandering Mind!
The field looked deserted. How he longed to feel again, the warmth of a hug; the strength in a kiss!
He heard footsteps in distance. The trial was over.
It was nearly dawn. His country would wake up to a beautiful morning – traded with the blood of his young platoon.
My first attempt at this 55 word thingie. “Got contaminated” over here. This one’s supposed to be on the topic ‘Reigning Man’:
He looked at the gun pointed at him and knew he had screwed up. His negotiating skills had taken him far, but not far enough. He looked at his would-be killer one more time. You lose… screamed the killer… then BANG!
“Reigning Statesman found dead in front of his dresser! Suicide confirmed!“ screamed the headlines.