Post by Turpentine Kisses on Mar 20, 2007 1:09:21 GMT -5
Nineteen years old and she took on a freaking Nazi. By herself. She even had the nice little gash to prove it, running from her collarbone to the adjacent breastbone. Now, we need not mention that the bastard was already wounded and would likely die in the next twenty-four hours anyways. But she’d done it. And saved three or so kids through the deed.
Yes. She was quite proud, rejecting help for the time being. “Fix the kids first” she had instructed. She seemed annoyed. But cranky would better define it.
The children weren’t bad. Just a scab here and a decent bruise there.
She gathered the tattered beyond recognition blanket around her slender shoulders and waited for the younger to be tended to. Why she demanded that they were served before her, she really knew not. It wasn’t like they really had a snowball’s chance in hell. But she’d worked hard to save them and they’d live to see the sunrise. Even if they didn’t see the moon takes its course right behind the vicious sun.
Mom and Dad were gone. Long gone. Maybe even before the war. The memories were warped, now. She couldn’t remember how they’d gone. Shot to the head, stab to the chest, blown from a building, beaten. It was all the same anymore. The time that had elapsed from the beginning to now were decades. Centuries. Eons. Who knew.
Yes. She was quite proud, rejecting help for the time being. “Fix the kids first” she had instructed. She seemed annoyed. But cranky would better define it.
The children weren’t bad. Just a scab here and a decent bruise there.
She gathered the tattered beyond recognition blanket around her slender shoulders and waited for the younger to be tended to. Why she demanded that they were served before her, she really knew not. It wasn’t like they really had a snowball’s chance in hell. But she’d worked hard to save them and they’d live to see the sunrise. Even if they didn’t see the moon takes its course right behind the vicious sun.
Mom and Dad were gone. Long gone. Maybe even before the war. The memories were warped, now. She couldn’t remember how they’d gone. Shot to the head, stab to the chest, blown from a building, beaten. It was all the same anymore. The time that had elapsed from the beginning to now were decades. Centuries. Eons. Who knew.