F*ck, I Love You

It wasn't camaraderie, and he figured it out explosively in the middle of a firefight. Flames raged on every side, civilians screamed at a distance, and she ran for a crying toddler flanked by the enemy. Fire lit in his chest and dying embers around their feet. She saw his wide eyes, agape mouth, and asked what he thought.

Written for my Creative Writing Club that tries to write 50,000 words for NaNoWriMo collectively