It was a scorching, hot summers day and a old looking man walked out of his house lay down under a tree, he dreamed of his long forgotten wife and his only beloved son. He went to war and came back to find some shocking news.
He could hear the trees rustling from the current of the wind.
He could see the image of his allies falling to the ground with pain.
He could feel the wind rushing past his face.
He could taste the freshness of the nearby sea flowing into his mouth.
Then he was awaken by something slimy that landed on his face. To his surprise it was bird poo..
He ran inside screaming…
Here is a piece of writing about a old man dreaming about his son and wife who was no longer around.
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