His grapefruit-shaped head was just visible above the elephant grass; an ideal target for enemy snipers.
Rainy season bathed the area with an intoxicating petrichor,
inviting him to forget the danger... for a moment.
The new medication caused his genuphobia to subside, but thoughts of knees, terrible horrible knees, still stalked his mind.
Would he live to see his birthday tomorrow?
The fates were ambiguous