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The heat was stifling and a solitary trickle of perspiration ran down his brow.
had just become
become a fugitive from; his shoes were worn
He was tired, but he never allowed himself to break into the world of rest.
father himself; The flash of a firearm’s muzzle
family, these
The man was interrupted from his thoughts by a boy, who can’t have been much older than ten years
that they would arrive in Israel when he awakens.
“The boy is Jewish, He came from Israel”
realise
This boy had the body of an adolescent but his eyes showed the destruction and terror that he had been made to witness, making him look older.
but for one moment there glinted hope, that the tracks in which there were speeding where taking them to a new life, a fresh start, a world away from the destruction that they had all broken from.
the questions circling inside his head, to observe the surroundings
which carried
As he returned to his original resting place, his thoughts drifted towards his wife. He struggled to hide his emotions; he was on the brink of tears, when a voice came from the older boy. He asked the one question he was dreading,
‘Daddy, where’s Mummy?’
The man was interrupted from his thoughts by a boy, who can’t have been much older than ten years.
there glinted hope, that the track
who had awakened earlier,
He approached this with trepidation as slumber only brought back memories, in the form of dreams, of the night in which had forced him to depart the town where he had been born and became a father himself;
“The boy is Jewish, He came from Israel”.
This fear had caused the look in his eyes to show a world of hurt and suffering that there had once been no escape;
He felt the air run through his matted hair, ordinary and unwashed.
As he returned to his original resting place, his thoughts drifted towards his wife. He struggled to hide his emotions; he was on the brink of tears, when a voice came from the older boy. He asked the one question he was dreading,
‘Daddy, where’s Mummy?’
The clothes he wore were, naturally, ragged and putrid with the remains of the country he had just become a fugitive from. His shoes were worn and had been bought from a flea market in the town he once resided in. He was tired, but he never allowed himself to break into the world of rest.
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