“Hush little baby, don’t you cry…”

My fingers curl around my sisters ear, then wipe under her eyes.

“Momma’s gonna sing you a lullaby…”

I cringe as the sound of another bomb hits close. Much closer than I’d like.

The gravel under my knees hurts and I shift to sit with my knees crossed instead. My legs are chalky from the dust but I don’t complain.

I can’t complain.

Looking at my sister I...

“What are you doing here” I hiss.

It’s two in the morning. Every single house on the street has their lights turned off except for us. And, although I adore attention. I do not adore attention from nosy neighbours and porch cameras.

Max groans, and thuds his envious head of curls against the back of the dumpster.

“Please go away” he says. “I’m trying to sleep”

“SLEEP!?” My mouth drops and a ...