The Great War, and an Old Man’s Cigarette

His skinny legs laid on top of each other, carelessly.  They might as well been sticks of wood blown from a tree in the last storm of spring.  But, it was winter and cold to the skin. His emaciated upper limbs and center were bent over his legs, laying on them, lying still, almost like … Continue reading The Great War, and an Old Man’s Cigarette