“Girls” his voice thundered “Girls! Where are you?”
‘Those bloody kids’ he thought ‘where the hell have they wandered off to now’.
“Gina! Find the girls, we’re going to be late” he picked up his whiskey and took a gulp.
‘Bollocks!’ Kadem thought to himself ‘I really hate this bloody job sometimes!’
He looked through his latest work order and really wished that he could just bin it and walk away but, in his profession, that really wasn’t an option. He rubbed his eyes and briefly put his head in his hands before turning his attention back to the screen.
He watches her as she struggles to bring the wood in for the fire, hands cold, head down. It had started to rain when she was splitting the logs but she hadn’t stopped, she’d raised the axe over and over again, slowly fading as her muscles grew weaker. It’s not a long walk from the woodpile to the house but she had done it so many times her step had begun to falter.
The war had been raging on for more than a century; a country, once a bastion of hope and promise was slowly but surely being destroyed. It’s vast territories were becoming increasingly uninhabitable as bombs tore apart the earth, the chemicals contained within poisoning every living thing within minutes.
She was rigid with fear, tears streaming down her face. She couldn’t understand how someone she loved so much could do something so awful to her. Trapped in a hard leather chair, an overhead light half blinded her and she tried to turn her head away but strong hands gripped her, one either side at her temples.
What the fuck was he doing here? His head felt groggy and he didn’t recognise his surroundings; fear began to set in. He tried to wipe the sweat from his eyes but he couldn’t move his arms, it seemed they were bound with something; perhaps he was paralyzed? Had he been in an accident? Was this hospital?
She sat in the back of the tiny boat and watched the face of the ferryman as he rowed her to the shore. It was completely blank but shadows played across it as the light began to dim. She was desperate for reassurance but the ferryman did not speak. In the distance she could see a figure on the opposite bank, dressed all in black; he was waiting for her….