Monday, March 3, 2008

Prompt 25.5 A Broken Window Photo/Writers Muses

Run...don't think about the snipers.

Run...don't think about the snipers, just think about making it to the water and home again.

Run...don't think about getting hit.  It sounded so simple as he repeated the phrases over and over in his head, if only it was.

Run...don't think about the snipers.  Shit.  He ducked his head as the glass in the windows of a nearby building shattered, sending shards raining down onto the pavement he had only just cleared.

Run...don't think about how close the sniper's bullets had come.  It wasn't like he had a choice in the matter, the water was a necessity of life and if he didn't make the trip to the pump they would be forced to do without. He couldn't do that to Danijela, he wouldn't do that to his babies, not when they had already sacrificed so much.

Run...don't think about the snipers, don't think about things you cannot change, think about now, this moment.  Think about survival.  That's what it all comes down to doesn't it? All the sacrifices, living among so much destruction, among so much risk, all you can do is struggle to survive and hope that maybe tomorrow things will be a little better. Maybe one day you'll wake up to find the risk is gone, you'll wake up and find the world has returned to what it once was. But not today, today there is only one thought you can think of...





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