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.