It was a confusing picture. Everything moving, everything out of place, everybody out of focus. The room was full of blurred faces; hushed, gentle voices whispered in respectful tones around me. My whole body was numb, my mind blank, my once inexhaustible spirit all but drained – my heart bloodied and broken. I didn’t want to be there, but I knew I had to stay, that much at least was clear. I know in time I will want to be with these people again, to enjoy their company and to share in their love and kindness. But not today. Not now.
Through the bedroom window I could see the forest, its canopy of leaves glistening white under early morning frosts. From somewhere beyond the trees was often heard a distant barking of dogs, the whining engine of a motorcycle, the faint echo of shouts and whistles. And then there was the smoke.
‘Didn’t you ever wonder what was happening to these people?’ asked the old man in the crumpled brown suit.
It wasn’t the first time he’d been to our village; I wasn’t the first person he’d asked these questions. Like the others, I had no answers – only the ceaseless burden of our shared memories.
Apologies for not submitting for a few weeks. We’ve moved house since my last entry and a lack of internet connection for over a month meant I wasn’t able to take part. However, I’m back and ready to get stuck into FF once more!