End of War

Mother's head,father's hand(still big and strong even in death),his brother's eyes and pieces of his sister's skull(the hair attached to it still had her favourite butterfly hair pin on it).

When he'd put them together as best he could, he went into the nearby forest, purposefully stepping on the bodies of the fallen soldiers around their compound.Some of the wounds he'd inflicted upon finding them in his home were still bleeding sluggishly,but it was dark and nothing at all like the brilliant bright red surrounding his family.