The Randomness of Life Chapter 11~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Prompted by : Assault~Edna St. Vincent Millay

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At dusk upon this unfrequented road.

Tanks and lorries lumbered past the small red dacha the
Kuryakin family called home.

Tanya held her children, with her mother in law. The
house shook with the rumblings outside and little Illya
broke free, running to the window.

“What are they?”

“Do not look upon death Illuyshenka,” Babushka whispered.

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From one house to another!

Germans went from one home to another, pounding on doors, taking
husbands, uncles and brothers.  

It was rumored there was a  camp outside Kyiv...

Illya prayed they would be passed by, and somehow they were though
luckily his father and brother were with the partisans.  

They were safe for now...

Comments

[jkkitty.livejournal.com]

Interesting, safe for now.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

At least that's what they think...

Thanks for commenting again.

[alynwa.livejournal.com]

Everytime I read your childhood tales about Illya, I just want to hug that little boy tightly and protect him. These are very moving.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

I do give him a sad childhood, but still with some bright moments. Illya's back stories are my favorites to write.

Thanks! Appreciate the kind words. :D

[svetlanacat4.livejournal.com]

Love your Illyusha boy stories...

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Thanks. They're my favorite to write too. :D