the trees and flowers were in bloom.
i have never seen such a beautiful day, thought erinda.
and i don't have a care in the world. i am so glad i retired.
in fact, this is it. it doesn't get any better than this.
this is as happy as i have ever been, or will be.
and then she remembered.
mother was dead.
father was dead.
estelle and william and aunt margaret and aunt sylvia were all dead.
her cats ruby and opal were long gone.
they were all gone, and here she was thinking she had never been so happy.
what a truly terrible thing to think.
but she had thought the thought.
she couldn't take it back.
and left each other with piles of dead
shafted bodies and severed heads
heroes stood above the fray
and only the gallant survived the day
now humans fight by other means
seated in front of laptop screens
the saints are red and the infidels blue
and no one really knows who is who
libtard, biblethumper, neanderthal, perv, creep
the insults flicker in the wireless deep
where saints once battled for immortal souls
you hear only the echoes of lonely trolls