The Warrior's Reverie

Sparks flew off from the raging flame in the fireplace. The yellow danced with the orange, spreading heat across the room.  A rickety rocking chair was placed before the fire, bearing a man almost as old as some of the cracks running through the chair. Like a lethargic pendulum, he swayed back and forth in continuous motion. In his scarred hands he clasped a mug of hot coffee, the heat pouring into his body. He held the mug with a drunken gentleness – strange for a retired warrior. The thick aroma of coffee, mixed with the scent of Winter, created an ideal ambience for one to ponder. The old man’s eyes were lost amidst the seemingly endless sheet of white. His mind was replaying the same old memory.

 ~To be Continued~

      ~ Noyolee Munim