when the clouds part

A boy ran to the top of the hill. Out of his breath, he stopped.
In the distance, under an enormous mushroom plume, the town was smeared with dark clouds. His house, his school, and the river that ran through the city were swallowed up, and the clouds slithered.
He heard the murmuring voice of cicadas fading and thought of his father who was away fighting in the war and of his mother who was already frail.

The boy and his mother stayed with relatives in the countryside. They moved from one place to another so that they wouldn’t impose. Every time they moved, their belongings and his mother lost weight.
“Once your father comes back, we’ll be okay,” his mother said.
So, the boy went up the hill every day and waited for his father.

The boy sat on the top of the hill and watched the sun go down behind the now naked city, and a silhouette of a scraggy figure emerged.
The filthy uniform and unkempt beard clouded the returning soldier’s demeanor.
The boy, however, recognized the glasses.

photo prompt by Sunday Fiction
copyright Al Forbes

For Sunday Photo Fiction – November 20th 2016


8 Comments Add yours

  1. mandibelle16 says:

    I like this. The cloud seems very ominous and not a good thing at all. But there is hope at the end, the boy’s father returning. I really hope they can all make things right. But I’m worried it won’t. Great write:)

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    1. nelkumi says:

      Thank you for the visit and comment. 😊

      Liked by 1 person

  2. andysmerdon says:

    excellent story nelkumi – sad and let’s hope the mushroom plume is something that will never be repeated, or forgotten… I’m glad the boy got his Dad back 🙂

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  3. Debbie says:

    I wonder how the boys family was affected by the father’s return. I fear that the Dad may not be all he once was, after the war experience, and that the family don’t know how to regroup effectively. interesting that they boy recognised his Dad by his glasses

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    1. nelkumi says:

      It must be hard for all the family members, I assume. Thank you for dropping by and commenting.


  4. Great story Nelkumi. I’m glad the boy’s father returned. Hopefully the war will be over soon for them, and the plume isn’t the beginning of the end of the world.

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