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I was practising flash fiction, I’m pretty sure. It was probably for the same course that brought us both the stories in Inklet #30 (Anything For You and As Long As I Live).
I remember imagining a soldier, coming home from a war he hadn’t wanted to fight in the first place, and wondering: what does this man want more than anything else in the world?
Peace, I decided. It seems to me that no one longs for peace so much as those who’ve had to dwell in its opposite for any length of time.
And, for someone who hadn’t wanted to fight in the first place, to never need kill anyone again.
The story spiralled out from there.