A short one:
Remembering brings back the Death
Tar looked towards her village, or what was left of it. How many great things had she not done there? She could remember playing with her neighbors when she was three years old, she could remember kissing a boy five meters from her house, hoping they would not get caught. She could remember meeting a dog for the first time. Oh, what she could not remember?
"Well, remembering brings back the death, that's what dad used to say." Used to say, indeed. He can say nothing anymore. Nor can her mother, nor can the boy she had kissed and hoped they would not get caught. A tear rolled down her cheek.
As the moon shone upon that tear, she turned around, the tear falling on the ground. An old man stood behind her. "You can look as much as you like," He said, "But it will bring back nothing. Nor will the revenge we are going to take, but it will feel a lot better then looking to the village." A tear rolled down his cheek, too. "We should go," he then added before turning around and not looking back.
Tar followed, as the old man had expected. He too remembered many things about the village: How he had first seen his grandson kissing the girl behind him and not telling the boys father. He could remember meeting a talking dog in the circus, some nice acting. He could remember his wife, laughing with him as they danced on their wedding. Oh, what he could not remember? "Remembering brings back the death. Indeed Tar, indeed."
As they moved towards the most nearby village, the two only survivors walked on a hill. "After this hill we can not see the village anymore, Tar, and we will probably never see it again. Very likely, we'll get caught and killed, but the chance always exists that we will make it. So many went before us, and all off them made it. How were they helped? They say that before they put the killer of their family or friends to death, the family or friends could be seen. Remembering brings back the death."
03-Apr-2010 21:39:18
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