The two warring armies declared a truce. Truces never lasted for long, so the lance corporal resolved to make the most of his time.
First he dropped off his laundry — that way, it could be ready when he was done. Truth be told, he preferred to launder his own clothes. He enjoyed folding everything at neat right angles, including his socks. But having someone else do it was a luxury he could afford.
Next he went grocery shopping. The lance corporal didn’t have anything in the fridge. He didn’t have plans to cook that week — how could he, with a war going on? So he just bought whatever looked fresh, leaving himself with options. He also stocked up on basics, like coffee and lemons. On his way out of the store, he picked up a treat for himself, because he deserved it.
Last on his list was a series of phone calls. None of these would be particularly time-consuming, which was why, perhaps, he’d put them off from week to week. The lance corporal made a doctor’s appointment for himself; he called his mother; and he returned a call about his renter’s insurance, which was really a ploy to sell him a different insurance policy. He got off the phone in a huff.
When the lance corporal returned to the battlefield, it was just in time. The truce had just been lifted — it ended the moment he resumed his position. The lance corporal marveled at the timing of it all. Had anything taken incrementally longer or shorter, he would’ve been early or late, but here he was, firing his rifle at an enemy combatant as if he’d never stepped away. It was really quite remarkable.
Except he’d forgotten his laundry.
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