Burning Skies

This was writen for a contest. I know, it is short, but I was afraid I would go over the word limit, which I didn't. So this story was based off of this picture here (Picture Number 2) and it was used for inspiration. Hope you like it!

Spoiler! :

Burning Skies

The sirens begin screaming during dinner. Momma looks at Daddy scared. He nods and stands up. I look at him in confusion as he tells the servants to gather the “emergency previsions”. Momma rushes to my side and takes me off my chair. She puts me on the ground and begins to button up my coat that Nana (my nanny) just handed to her.

“Mamma?” I ask.

“Yes Sweetheart?” She asks quickly.

“Where are we going?” I look around as the servants gather together some food and pillows and blankets.

She pauses and looks me in the eyes. I can see that she is scared, but she speaks to me in a calm voice. “We have to go hide from the bombs,” she explains.

“Bombs?” I remember her and Daddy talking about bombs, but no one explained it to me.

“Yes, bombs. Big fires,” she speaks slowly so it is easier to understand. I nod looking over to the fireplace. Momma stands up and grabs my hand. We start to head out of the house.

“Wait,” I scream. “What about Snoogle?”

“Snoogle? What is she talking about?” Daddy demands. He uses some other words that Momma told me weren’t very nice.

“Right here,” Nana calls. She runs down the stairs and hands me my fluffy blue teddy-bear. I let go of Mamma’s hand and give Snoogle a hug. Momma takes back my hand and we leave.

We run for a long time. Daddy tells Momma that there is a town cellar or something that is supposed to protect us from the bombs, but only the rich people can get inside, and so we are very lucky that Daddy has such a good job. We run through the town and I see people screaming and running back and forth. I ask Momma what they are doing, but she doesn’t answer me. I try to keep up, because I’m a big girl, but it’s so hard when they are running so fast.

Finally, Daddy comes back and picks me up. He swings me so fast that I loose Snoogle.

“Wait,” I scream, but no one listens to me. I start to cry. Momma follows Daddy and tells me everything is going to be alright, but I can tell she is afraid. I sniffle my cry because Momma needs me to be a big girl.

Daddy runs past the church, and I see people inside praying. I ask Momma what they are doing praying on a Friday, and she says that they are scared too. I smile and tell her that we should pray too, but she says that we need to get to the cellar first. But I am scared now, so I quickly ask God to bless Snoogle.

I look up at the sky and see a black line that’s moving towards us. I point at it and ask what it is. Daddy turns around to see it, but doesn’t stop running.

Finally, Daddy stops and puts me on the ground. He leans down and pulls on some handle bars on the ground. It shakes and Daddy curses.

“What’s wrong, Daddy?” I ask. Momma comes over to me and kneels on the ground instead while Daddy tries again.

“The cellar won’t open, Honey,” she tries to explain. “They already locked it.”

“Oh,” I whisper. Then, a smart idea comes to my head. “So we can go back for Snoogle?”

Momma smiles, but a tear comes out of her eye. “Yes, we can go back for Snoogle.”

She gives me a big hug, and Daddy comes over and hugs us too. I thank God for helping Snoogle be safe.

I hear screams and cries around the town, but Momma and Daddy are hugging me, so I’ll be safe.

“I love you,” Momma says quietly.

“I love you too,” I say, confused for a moment.

“Hey Momma?” I ask.

“Yes?”

“Can I bring Snoogle to my lessons tomorrow? I want her to be just as smart as me!” Momma laughs, but she never answers me.