Through Cobbled Paths of Smoke and Wine

Day 2,380, 23:08 • Published in United Kingdom USA • by Charlie Silverhand


After days of war there was some piece, our regiment told to seek some amusement for our unit, we made our way through London town, the bright lights, the smokey scent breathing new life into my tired mind and soul.

I took a turn and maybe it was a turn for the worst or for the better for suddenly I was surrounded by masked men. Men who wanted to aid our aching nation, fix the unfixable and purify the polluted.

They spoke of a rebellion and tides turning but I wondered, what would happen to Rebels when they cannot rebel anymore, what happens to their boiling blood once they are the authority they have fought against and the very tide they wanted to turn.

And just as I raised my head back up, shaking the thoughts away I noticed I was left all alone again.

I continued down to the nearest public house, looking for wine and the rest of my regiment, not necessarily in that order. Well perhaps it was in fact in that order. I found a gruff and strong looking fellow talking to our captain at the door of the pub, he wore his uniform with pride and I recognized his face, his name was Sambo I've heard, and so with a humbled smile I walked up to shake his hand. He shook my hand with and returned the smile and handed me a flyer and simply pointed to the lettering.

"Come Young Hungry Citizens - eBrit University, Your pathway to greatness"

I smiled and nodded and went inside, and with the rest of my regiment, enjoyed the wine and company the pub had to offer, but those words never let go of me - "Your Pathway to Greatness" and decided that the next day I shall surely set forth on that very path, whether it leads to greatness or failure will surely be up to me.

Charles Moncrieff,
A Public House in London, Day 2380 of the New World