I thought I wasn’t going to make it again this week – apologies to Doug for missing his very intriguing photo prompt last week. I have been attending a conference in Italy – no, it was not lovely, nor was I lucky. The trip went something like this – 2 hour drive – 2.5 hour flight – 2 hours on a bus – 3 hour conference – half hour bus ride – 3.5 hour dinner (no time to change after arriving) 1 hour to hotel – 6 hours sleeping – 1 hour working breakfast – 3 hours of meetings – 2 hours on a bus – 2.5 hour flight back – 2 hour drive back home.
Are you exhausted? I was!
For some reason, I saw Spanish Civil War…
Genre: Historical fiction
Moonlight on The Ebro
The Ebro shimmered in the moonlight, unimpressed by our consuming passion. We lay holding each other so tight, we could scarcely breathe. The Brigade left quietly, at daybreak.
I taste the saltiness of tears and open my eyes. The music of the street floats in through faded shutters, it stirs memories of ‘Viva la Quinta Brigada’ your anthem, our song.
I am old, tired. I’ve waited a lifetime for my passionate fighter, mi amante.
In the cool evening air, I feel again the pressure of your strong arms. I fall freely, as I did all those years ago.
For more information on the Spanish Civil War and of the men who went to fight against fascism in Spain – The International Brigade