Hideo

 

What he remembered was the air raid siren, then running through a wall of flames. Mother, holding little sister close to her breast, ran next to him. He remembered stumbling over bodies and nearly falling down. Then they were at the river, in the park with hundreds of others. The sky was a bright orange. Looking at his mother and sister, he found her round face, always so full of smiles and laughter, was stiff and cold. Will help come? Everything and everyone he has known has vanished. He is alone, and he is only eight years old.

(This was originally published in “Drabble” on September 16, 2016)

 

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About gwpj

Originally from Seattle, I now live in Sapporo, Japan, where I write, explore this city, read widely, and ask questions about things that i see as important. I'm also an author, with three novels published ("The Old Man and The Monkey", "Grandfather and The Raven", and "Bear: a story about a boy and his unusual dog"). For more information about my writing, drop by my website, at www.geogepolleyauthor.com.
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