A Stray Shot

‘What do you say? Is this a decent place? Can we choose to settle here?’

‘Do we have a better alternative? At least here they have no time to think of us.’

‘Time is one thing they have in plenty.’

‘They are busy hunting and killing one another, and they are at it for generations.  Of course we have to remain wary of stray bullets and bombs.’

‘It’s surprising that they have learnt nothing over the centuries.’

‘Perhaps it’s God’s way of punishing the depraved souls.’

‘But let us not talk about these stupid creatures for, in spite of them, we are going to have beautiful time together.’

‘Yes, our love will overcome all hardships that we have to suffer and for no fault of ours.’  

‘But why do they think that we are symbols of love and peace?’

‘Because we truly are,’ said she-dove and her love made her mate feel proud and happy.

He looked into her eyes; eyes that were brimming with love when, to his horror, a stray shot killed her.

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