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Descriptive Essay: The Vietnam War

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The clicking of her black heels echoed loudly as they made contact with the worn-out cobble pathway. The dull coloured water from the river hit the rocks as the sound of the Big Ben rung, indicating that it was 10pm. Fog littered the poorly lit street and the winds nipped at her nose, only the sounds of her heels meeting the uneven stone could be heard throughout the empty streets of London. She fixed her grip on her newborn, bringing the fragile, olive-skinned baby girl flush against her wool coat. She kept her head down as the crisp breeze blew through her brown silky hair, reminding her of her husband’s fingers that once used to do the same. Her pale blue eyes pierced through the fog as the strong winds pulled back her hood, exposing her …show more content…

Some would say it; the weather was perfect for a bad decision. Gazing into the deep, cloudy waters of the treacherous river, she was reminded of a memory that she oh so badly wanted to be just a dream, she wished that all pain caused from that particular event would vanish. Shaking her head and furrowing her eyebrows she tried to shake the imprint that the episode had left on her. The river's waves collided against the banks, the change in the river's motions reflected her relationship with her husband – calm at times, but a disturbance in the calm water can cause a ripple effect. She thought walking would be a calm way to get away from the pent-up emotions she had been trying to run from, but everything in sight reminded her of her him; and that he was no longer hers. She walked with her shoulder slouched as she re-adjusted the baby in her frail, cold arms. Her watery eyes stared into the nothingness of the mist, still slowly advancing down the rocky path with no distinct destination in mind. Like a broken record, the images replayed in her mind. It felt like a nightmare she couldn’t escape, no matter how far she ran and no matter how hard she tried. There was no use, because the chant of their door that was slammed moments before he left, bounced off her eardrums and it began to become the only thing she could hear. Her …show more content…

Bright green moss seemed to paint the bridge walls. Her eyes strayed from the captivating fungus and fell upon a green rusted bench with perfect designs, it looked untouched, unloved and unwanted. She sat down on the bench, finally giving her aching feet a break from the relentless amount of walking. She laid the baby softly in her lap revealing her blue eyes – identical to her mothers, a tear fell down the mother's now pale face staining her no longer rosy cheeks. The clouds shared sympathy for her, understanding her disheartening emotions as her heart filled with melancholy. Clouds began to cry with the mother resembling the pain and defeat she felt. The rain transformed from a trickle to a roar causing a chain reaction for the baby to cry. The scream of the rain and cries of the baby overpowered the emotions of sadness in the mother and replaced them with hatred. Her eyes grew dark with anger and her ears turning red. She craved vengeance, only wanting to hurt the one person that made her feel worthless; the only person the ruined her

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