The Stranded Airmen

 

 

 

 

PHOTO PROMPT © Jeff Arnold

Darling…” The sun striking the chess pieces explodes against his cataracts and he hears again the strident voices he’d heard constantly down the years.
He freezes; Yveline holds him down. Her eight-year-old brother screams insults at the soldiers, like a bird trying to lure a predator from its nest.
“They’re searching the barn,” Yveline whispers. Martin tries to stand.
“There’s nothing we can do.”
Stretching their heads above the corn, they watch the soldiers throw Andy’s limp body on to a lorry.
The boy vainly gesticulates obscenities.
“I’m sorry Andy,” he weeps. “So sorry.”
“Darling…what is it? It’s your turn.”

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.

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