Great Oak Gazette

by Pranidhaan Chincholikar 

Gunshots. I hear gunshots. The noise I’ve become accustomed to. We are fighting a losing war. 

The enemy has outnumbered us. 

Cornered and butchered us. 

But not in heart they haven’t. 

In the explosions, I find calm. 

Peace and tranquility. 

For I have not seen such intense death and destruction. But, I have never seen so much acceptance of fate. 

Many of us throw our arms in the air and watch the world fade to black. The blurriness of death makes colors easy to match. 

Others latch onto memories of the kind. 

Ending, bittersweet, and deserving. 

Conclusive end to the movie. 

All has been resolved. 

Time to die.