Short Story No.12: After The War

After The War
by The Eaghams



This powerful short story reflects on the nature of memory, and making new beginnings with wonderfully poetic and lyrical passages. A vivid evocation of nostalgia.  

 The bombshell had dropped. The houses were blown apart. The vase fell to the floor with a shudder and blood flowed from their faces. Her family were lost in the blast. She survived though relatives were distant. They were once a proud family, their house high-walled and on a steep hill. They didn’t want to deal with the outside world too much, keeping an arms length attitude to the people and the marketplace of life on the green. Their rank hung on the walls in certificates, and accolades.Now they were joined to the earth in all transcendent humility, their souls fled to Paradise. She had to start her life again. The night haunted her with nostalgia that wasn’t her own.

It came from someone else, she was no longer. She slept to sleep and
 not to dream. And her gravitas was in the present and the future,but not in the ancient past. She stayed in the same village for a while
 there were shady trees and willows providing rest and where she lamented

As she grew stronger her rage grew and she played ten pin bowling on her own to vent her sense of loss. The ball reminded her of some cannonball rushing to blow her family to bits. She was laden with a sense of guilt, that somehow it was her fault. But with time, and the replacement of the pins, it affirmed the continuity of love, relationships and life itself,continually perpetuating, in this infinite playground.
She worked in a sleepy town serving at a Café, where old men would dream of youth around her. And as worn out as she was then, to them she was a fresh daisy. The old men sometimes related their stories from the war, the peace after the troubles, the long soaks, the café afternoons, and the walks in the parks. She watched old films on the silver screen every Saturday. Her life slow and wistful, and weak with memory.
Later bright flowers soon returned and a new village was up ahead withthe season. She regained her strength, taking on the thunder with
 greater robustness, as if the calm in the storm. She danced in the fury of the storm. The dance of anger. Before she wilting wallflower, too
 prickly to face the red world, she wouldn’t take by the horns.

She did not want a house on a hill no more, she liked the green, and the world was her brothers and sisters. She cared not for souvenirs orphotos to gather dust in some mortgaged and established home dwelling.She craved movement and change, with every turn knowing the nature ofthis transience, this trip she made for the bigger picture over and
beyond any hollywood cinema screen.

1. Mustapha
2. Actor Dude
3. Boy from Bath
4. David
5. Imitiaz
6. Agnieska
7. The Workplace
8. Jack and Joseph
9. On Motivation
10. Angela
11. The Deep Sea Diver
12 After The War
13. Nigel, Samantha and Luke
14 James Changzhu
15. Ali and Some Books
16. Joe Bloggs
17. Naveed and Rupesh
18. Lionel
19. Abdul
20. Ajaz
21. Mr Jameson
22. Little John
23. Adventures of Zhi Xin
24. Dave and 'Jim'
25. Timothy

© Zubyre Parvez 2017 All Rights Reserved

WRITER BIO: Zubyre Parvez (BA hons) studied English Literature at Hertfordshire University. He writes song lyrics, poetry, short stories, reviews, and articles for The Eaghams Blog. His poetry won runners up in a competition judged by Simon Armitage and Margaret Atwood. His poetry has been published in Kobita. His articles have appeared in The Epoch Times as a journalist for the newspaper. He has worked for New Tang Dynasty Television as a journalist. You can catch up with his tweets @TheEaghams



ARTIST BIO:The Eaghams aka Zubyre Parvez is an Urban Indie singer songwriter from London. His song The Roots was played on BBC 1Xtra by DJ Excalibuh. He has collaborated with artists such as Mr Hectic and Jason Air formerly of Island records. He has played at The Garage, and various open mics around London.
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