The Happy Tune™

The world is at war …again..and this time its worse than it has ever been. The entire planet is a battle zone . People now no longer live in houses…everybody’s a nomad.

Death and destruction is all one generation will know, perhaps the last generation of humans on earth.

I walk through the debris and corpses on the streets, there are men in military costumes with flame throwers who shout out slogans as they burn each other to death .The air is filled with the stench of burnt human flesh. I do not puke neither do I hold my nose . I have seen death many a time in many different places.

I am no traveler or wanderer .I am a man in search of something .I scour the battlefields and graveyards for a Happy Tune™ that I heard long long ago in more peaceful times.

Far across the horizon I see a blue scarf floating in the wind. It belongs to a raven haired girl who plays the blues. She sits on a battle tank with her broken guitar and plays her blues to the nothingness around her. Enchanted, I go to her. I look up at her and ask her to play me the Happy Tune™ that I’m looking for.

She smiles at me and throws the guitar aside. Slowly she climbs down her from her tank and approaches me.

She asks me to close my eyes.

I obey.

Using her soft hands she cups both my ears so that I hear no sounds of the battle that surrounds us.

And then I dance.

I dance with such merriness that flowers bloom where my feet land.

I dance because I found the tune.

The Happy Tune™

That which I looked for all around the world was in my head all this while.

She smiles, picks up her instrument and walks away.

" I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away."