Annabel

As the war went on, he traveled into the wilderness and as the sun had risen to claim his mortal soul, he thought of her as he died slowly.

“Annabel! Anne!” he was walking alongside on the train tracks and he was trying to strike up a conversation.

“You know?! I’m going in the army?!”

She was walking in between the train tracks. The smell of moss in the air.

“You’re being drafted!” she spat.

“Well, why are you so angry at me?!” He yelled.

The train was coming through the forest on the train tracks.

Annabel ran out of its way to the other side rather quickly.

“Because I love you!” She cried.

But he couldn’t hear her through the roaring of the train.

And if that moment could’ve been seized in a moment’s time. She would’ve changed it and she would’ve lived it all over again.

They were friends for a moment as far as he could remember. And for a moment they were in love.

He was looking at her as she got dressed in the house across hers.

And she was beautiful. It was the last day he saw her.

She loved him, but he never knew.

As words were left unexchanged, he packed his bags and left.

As the war went on, he traveled into the wilderness and as the sun had risen to claim his mortal soul, he thought of her as he died slowly.