A pile of ashes stood out among the dead bodies, tossed beside the leftovers as famished captives scavenged for anything edible. It grew more and more recognizable when I crouched over the devastated figures to make sense of the chaos. Then I saw it, each grain of sand sculpted flawlessly the shape of my dad’s arm stretching out to protect the child next to him from the corpses that had probably seemed to be falling from above. I rooted in one place, shocked as I tried to assume what had happened. My father had lunged towards the innocent child to shield him with his body weight upon the child’s front as a dome; that would explain his crushed spine. And then he held it a foot off the child’s abdomen so that the boy could manage to scramble out. Apparently, the rescue mission hadn’t worked as well as I thought my dad had been expecting.
"Dad…." I said quietly, afraid the soldier who I guessed had shot the child as he’d escaped would think I was his brother. Fury was launched into me as the tears scuttled their way down across my freckled cheek. It was my dad there who looked just the same as the broken skeletons he’d saved this child from, suffocating from the smell of the burnt limbs. I’d always known my dad would never change. Altruism had been a characteristic of him as he would have jeopardized everything he had possession of for whom in danger.
The panic didn’t last long as I could not hope for a better ending. I brought myself into a sitting position, waiting while the remnants of my father clustered around me. My nous refused to confirm his demise though these views evidenced it. Reluctantly, I let the doubt suck in as his incinerated skin brushed against mine before dispersing away.
"Goodbye dad, I won’t be far…" I choked out the last words in the same level of tone as I had before. I hadn’t spent a lot of time with my father; I’d thought it wasn’t something I couldn’t do later, or do at all in that case. I slumped on the ground, acquiescing with my dad’s disappearance as memories started flourishing in my head. As impossible as it might sound, I didn’t know if I was capable enough to relinquish his life as doing that would require me to forget him. I looked up to watch the ashes that had once been my father wafting where they were blown, circulating in the air. With a single blowing sound, everything went obscurely blurry. It squalled away the descending leaves as they rustled against each other, moving anything that stumbled in the way, and then flying unresistingly in the same direction, unleashing the freedom within. My eyes followed the whirling movement of the sand as I suddenly lurched to my feet.
"Wait!" I ordered, scudding across the field as if trying to catch something. It didn’t slow and I knew it would be stupid to force it to. As I trudged to a stop, exhaling heavily in the process, I noticed the attention I didn’t want to have from this soldier focused on me. The humidity increased as the sweat drops glittered off my skin, skidding along the cheekbone down my jaw and then branching off into a couple of paths as they landed on my neck. I froze dead, the blood rushed through my veins so fast that my skin started discoloring. My forehead creased as I shook any thought off my head, eyes wrinkled up. This time I was ready, preparing myself to the bullet that was going to plunge into my body and amputate the pain that felt like an ordinary rib now. Once again, there wasn’t much time, one eternal minute to be exact. Seconds ticked by. I counted them off, surprised on how well my last words matched this scene. The silhouette of this soldier emerged as I squinted into the mist that was spreading all over the field. A new unfamiliar wave of fear washed through me, crumbling my bones apart before I could pull myself together to face the death that was greeting me. I didn’t consider it "killing"; I thought euthanasia would be the right definition to what it was as I knew it’d be a matter of time for me to reunion with my father. Instinctively, I collapsed on my left knee, genuflecting as if to worship him as his mighty figure ascended.
"Get up kid" A cold voice commanded as the hair on the back of my neck bristled, sending an edge to the horror that shivered down my spine, squashing the ankles to the ground. I hesitated, for a reason I felt more protected with me stooping this way. My bones got pulverized from being bent that long. It hurt, but I didn’t complain; too frightened to make a sudden movement. I tried to calm the systems down as I curled up into a ball, glimpsing at him.
"I told you to get up!" He yelled before I could notice him composing his dark features. His brows furrowed as his narrow pea eyes pointed at me like a blade pinching a soft bulge. I breathed hastily in and out, stretching one leg out and then th
"I told you to get up!" He yelled before I could notice him composing his dark features. His brows furrowed as his narrow pea eyes pointed at me like a blade pinching a soft bulge. I breathed hastily in and out, stretching one leg out and then the other, thinking too hard while doing so.
"You want me to force you stand up? Move it!" It was easier to recognize him this time. The voice, the glare, the scent, it was him. The nightmare that had taken my dad’s dreams, now coming to take mine.
I couldn’t read all of it, i’m sorry it was just really long for me and I didn’t like the topic not your writing just what you’re writing about.
But that’s just me, I’m sure a lot of people will like it though.
