On bright midsummer morning, a man leaves his wife heeding the call of his country to fight for glory and justice.
On a warm midsummer afternoon, a woman receives news of her husband’s return.
For the man, a casket is prepared.
For him, she prepares his favorite meal.
The mood is sombre as the men march back home, the load heavy on their shoulders and hearts.
She hums a jaunty tune while setting the table, feeling all of her stress melt away.
On a midsummer evening, a man becomes his favorite meal.
On a midsummer night, a woman eats alone.
D.M. almost 9 years ago
Interesting! I reread it several times.