Old Nights

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: War and Military  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a short story about a war hero.
Everyone has regrets and painful memories but some people live with them their whole life.

Submitted: June 18, 2017

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Submitted: June 18, 2017



Authors voice: Firstly, I am thankful to you for taking the time to check this mess. This is really nothing, not a story nor a note..maybe its a thought like the ones we have during boring phase. Reviews and Suggestions are accepted without any grudge. It'll help me in my future writings.

Without further ado.... Let's finish this, shall we?

**** A sad melody playing indistinctly in the background reminisce the man's past. He readjust his collars that were chaffing his neck. He flicks his zippo and light a cigarette  to keep him warm throughout the long cold night. Suddenly his eyes met on a ripped ticket, facsimile with some napkins lying over the counter. A drop of liquid stream down his cheek and into his mouth. It was warm, salty and painful. He wipes it off quickly in embarrassment and shame. "You can't love someone forever", says the women sitting across two tables, holding a glass of whisky and consistently shaking the two ice cubes inside the cup. He nods his head and raise his glass, half filled with cheap whiskey. How can I help you Sir? says the bartender. I'm fine, the man replied. The bartender slides a cup and pours some Scotch: A Dalmore 62. He shook his head in disbelieve and confusion. Its on the house sir, says the bartender. Thank you, the man mutter and took a sip. * It is magical but still, the pain remains. Then he look down below and notice, his missing legs; lost in the war*.

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