Ick. I’m so far past tired it’s not even funny. It took me three goes to write the opening sentence to this piece because I’m too tired to word.
On the one hand, I’m glad I didn’t give myself any slack and that I have to write every day. Otherwise I fear that on the somewhat difficult days, I wouldn’t write. But as it stands, I end up having to write on days when I should be unconscious in bed.
Ah well. Live and learn. Today’s piece follows Fiona as she flees with her father and continues on from day 23.
I don’t know why I ran with him that day. Equal parts fear and fascination I suppose. It didn’t take long for me to realise they really were after us. We sheltered in a nearby house – he broke in after deciding that we couldn’t outrun them at the moment. So we hid. I watched from safety as three men broke into my apartment. They emerged a few minutes later and had a short discussion with a fourth. One of them returned to the apartment briefly and then all four left. Moments later there was a loud whumpf and flames leapt from my apartment windows. I watched the few of my neighbours who weren’t at school escape the building. By the time the first fire truck arrived, the building was lost.
It became fairly apparent at that point that the people chasing my father were not the good guys. I wasn’t sure if that made him a good guy by default, but at least I hadn’t seen him burn a building down yet without regard for those inside.