Yes, YES! I remember that day, that day…. I remember the soft gravelled sand. I remember the gleeful laughter of children. I remember the bright flame sphere that shone upon the metal slides.
The hot beams of sunlight which passed through the cracks within the plastic roofs. The hot timid air which swam around the weathered obstacles. The singular flies which explored the unfamiliar lands. The ravenous sands below, filled with foul beasts and unforgiving creatures. The full strength of estival lay upon the unassuming masses, enveloping them with beams of heat.
Most of the details of that day are hazed, all but lost to time. The feeling of joy - of endless childhood ran through my timid body. Yet, however, I hadn’t known that these seemingly endless joyful strained days would be filled with endless sleepless nights filled with everlasting devastation. When I look back, I feel joyful sorrow. My childhood could all be summed up in one memory; That day I still can’t seem to forget, even if I’ve lost most of the details.
I still remember my parents - my Dad and Mum, how I wish I could go back.
A tense whisper echoed in the dimly lit alley, ‘we need to get out of here, now!” I glanced back, but all my eyes could perceive in the jet black alleyway was the unmistakable mark of blood. This, however, didn’t frighten me as I was more worried if I had been caught. My hands shivered from the dense, cold air that surrounded me; the sharply dull knife, light shimmering through the dark and crimson blood that covered it like a coat, held tightly by my gloves which were ‘repainted’ by the oozy crimson blood which dripped from the glove to the blade where it concluded its journey on the hard, cold, rigid concrete surface.
