Another ‘first line’ from the creative writing group handout. The line itself is in bold.
I could feel the tears well up in my eyes and I just wanted to hug him. The feeling of relief, of joy, or a weight being lifted from my shoulders… It was almost too much to bear, in that moment. So many thoughts swirling through my light-headed mind, so much still to do! At that precise second though, all that was left seemed easy to accomplish. We had climbed the summit, toppled the beast from his fortress, surpassed even our own expectations…
The future was ours.
Suddenly, I felt exhausted. My brother-in-arms noticed it instantly, and helped me sit down as I slumped, shattered, to the ground. He motioned to another of our brethren to fetch some water, before grinning as he gave me a fraternal pat on the cheek. “We did it, Compañero.”
I smiled weakly at him, and closed my eyes. The previous months and years came flooding back – a kaleidoscope of images of struggle; faces of brothers and sisters who had fought by our side, memories of fallen comrades, pictures of joyous occasions, reminders of bitter defeats, of blood and horror… The feelings too, returned with visceral immediacy; the tension, the fretting, the self-doubt, the fear – not of death, but of letting friends and family down.
Opening my eyes, I took a deep breath of what I fondly, romantically believed to have only just become free air. My fellow freedom fighter eyed me concernedly, so I winked at him and made the ‘OK’ gesture with my thumb and forefinger. “Te abraza con todo fervor revolucionario”, I mumbled stiltedly. His eyes went wide and he guffawed uproariously, slapping me on the back with what I considered to be excessive enthusiasm. After his mirth had subsided somewhat he wiped the tears of laughter from his eyes and grasped me by the shoulders, before hugging me with sincere affection, appreciation, and celebration.
There are very few things better than your first hug after a victorious revolution.
Solidarity, brothers & sisters… ★