‘All Around’
3 min readMar 3, 2022
They sat in the garden. It was a rare afternoon where the temperature made it pleasant to be outdoors.
‘Where did you go in the war?’
The answer came as a gesture. One hand rising and whirling around.
‘All around.’
It was enough of an answer. Specific place names contained moments, and moments contained complicated memories, marbled with pain.
One of them remarked on the weather, and he looked towards the sky. Clouds with darker grey and silver, obscuring the sun, but leaving enough light, and enough blue…
