DREAMING OF THE WAR ZONE
The war zone has encompassed us. The jets are screaming overhead wings flashing in the sunlight and then the bomb falls crashes into Freeberg’s house shattering it but there are no flames no flames it is a dud.
Overhead, other jets scream toward town.
Oh my God! I look at my brother. He is open-mouthed with terror and awe. We have to get out of here! I scream at him. We have to get the grandparents in the car and get going and--
A jet tears the sky and we feel the bomb fall. The house immediately across the road shatters. There is smoke and carnage and my sister now is crying, why are they bombing us?
My brother has shepherded our grandparents to the car. I grab my sister by her small waist and carry her toward the vehicle. Get in, I say, and shove her inside.
South.
We drive south.
There is no help there. We crawl from the shattered vehicle toward the gleaming barbwire fence.
Crawl faster! I scream only in my mind my lungs empty I am crawling crawling through the mud they grab me drag me through the mud I hear my grandfather wheezing I’m dying I’m going to die they pull him face down through the mud--
Where are we? I manage to say between gasps.
The other side, they reply.
FIN
The war zone has encompassed us. The jets are screaming overhead wings flashing in the sunlight and then the bomb falls crashes into Freeberg’s house shattering it but there are no flames no flames it is a dud.
Overhead, other jets scream toward town.
Oh my God! I look at my brother. He is open-mouthed with terror and awe. We have to get out of here! I scream at him. We have to get the grandparents in the car and get going and--
A jet tears the sky and we feel the bomb fall. The house immediately across the road shatters. There is smoke and carnage and my sister now is crying, why are they bombing us?
My brother has shepherded our grandparents to the car. I grab my sister by her small waist and carry her toward the vehicle. Get in, I say, and shove her inside.
South.
We drive south.
There is no help there. We crawl from the shattered vehicle toward the gleaming barbwire fence.
Crawl faster! I scream only in my mind my lungs empty I am crawling crawling through the mud they grab me drag me through the mud I hear my grandfather wheezing I’m dying I’m going to die they pull him face down through the mud--
Where are we? I manage to say between gasps.
The other side, they reply.
FIN
