Clapham
He had spent a long time waiting for her to return to the front door, and the moments leading up to her leaving for Clapham Common tube station had played over and over in his mind. He thought about all the things he could have said to her that early autumn morning.
\\2007//
The Continent
There was no knock on the door; the explosion came while we were preparing for the holidays. Dad stood in the corner, rattling his keys, while Mum called to us from the doorway. No one could hear our voices or screams. We were thrown, like lightning, into nowhere. The war still exists. There are killers everywhere, watching our fear and listening to our breathing, but no one is listening.
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