Chaim’s Quick Thinking

The usual Sunday shelling had finally stopped, the merchants appearing like magic with their brooms and dustpans to sweep up the rubble and broken glass. Not that there was much left of the latter–the first casualty of war may be truth, but the second is surely windows.

We strolled through the square and almost tripped over an unexploded 105mm shell smoking in its crater. Wordlessly, Chaim snatched me by the collar and ran us toward  the massive stone archway, the heat of  the explosion lifting us and propelling us forward until we reached the safety of the archway.

 

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12 thoughts on “Chaim’s Quick Thinking

  1. Very well told. I especially liked the line “the first casualty of war may be truth, but the second is surely windows” it says so much. Love the tense ending being pushed along by the concussion of the blast. Been there, it’s terrifying.

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