Tears trickled with her sweat, as Reva struggled to hold the Yoga posture. It’s meditative, it’s introspective, it isn’t fair. Even her workout wasn’t an escape. What should she do? Abort or keep? It was the last symbol of her soldier’s love…
…this is where war begins, she thought. At the root of intense love.
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This 55-word story is in response to a prompt on ‘Love and Other Wars’ from here.