The blue of sky, the clean rocky mountains – all is obscured by the dust and fire of the bombs. The chalk of collapsed buildings is on our tongues. My children do not know why the men run with rifles, do not understand the destruction.
Vehicles rumble down the street. I pray silently to the Virgin to protect us. I pray harder than even when Josef died.
A hard boot strikes the door.
I close my eyes.
For this week’s weekly challenge, I wrote a 100 word story on the topic “Breaking and Entering”. As always, you may read, hear, and vote for all entries (including mine!) at the 100 Word Stories site. You may read my story alone below, and hear my story alone at this link. Thanks for reading and voting!