We slept in what had once been the gymnasium. If you could call it sleep. Exhaustion had simply gained purchase after running all night. Running in damned circles was what it seemed. The explosions had never stopped; the sound of which was dimmed only by the squawk of the air raid sirens, and the roar of the planes overhead.
The building currently crumbling ’round us provided a hiding spot of sorts. We few hunkering in the darkest corner possible; acting as if the bombs were actually seeking us out.
Archie lay in front of me, protecting me. He’s a good lad, and I hope to marry him one day – but not today. No, today we simply need to survive. Today, as the sun slowly rises, scaring the bombers away with its dawning, we need to once again gather up our bricks and begin to build anew. Readying for ourselves fresh hiding places for the next night to surely come.
“Angela wasted no time in choosing a new opening line… Margret Atwood’s classic, The Handmaid’s Tale.”