Hot, orange fires crackled amongst the ruins of what was once our street. Overhead, a whirring helicopter circled through the threatening, grey skies. From between the smouldering rubble a small, red-haired girl stepped forward. As the Soldiers watched, the girl carefully placed her posy of dandelions through the steaming grill of the first truck in the line: our liberation had begun.
I remained next to my mother. She had been very cold for sometime, but help was now here.
‘You there, boy, come with me,’ said the kind looking man.
‘But, my mother…,’ I said.
I didn’t look back as they loaded me onto the truck – I knew we’d already said our goodbyes.
These words form my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge.
Splitting a family up is never right, whatever the excuse. Well writeten.
Thanks for reading, Liz.
Sadly, sweet story of something that happens throughout the world with regularity these days.
Cheers!
I enjoyed this as much as I can enjoy a heavy story such as this. The world seems like a sad place now-a-days. Well written!
Glad you liked it. Appreciate the comment!
I feel for that poor child. Wonderfully written but sad story.
You could superimpose this story on a number of locations right now. Good one, Paul.
Paul, As bad as things are, at least in some places someone is looking after the children. You see this kind of thing happening so much these days. Well written. —Susan
very sad… but great fantasy piece, not too very different from reality.
Dear Paul, Emotional story that I’m sure has played out many times over the years. Good perspective and sad. Well written! Nan 🙂
Chilling.. but I think this happens all the time.. I got some vibes from the dark news that flood us
Very sad. Like the colour palette – the dandelions and girl’s hair blending in with fires raging around. I hope these young characters can move on without bitterness.
Good story Paul.
That’s quite scary. Hope your protagonist survives.