Unending Night

Children cried for water.

"When is our turn coming?"

"A miracle perhaps…"

Doors and windows gaped onto the emptiness.

The verdict had been delivered.

It was from that moment I began to hate them.

They were the first.

The faces of hell and death.

"Don't you understand? How could I not cry?"

"We're on the threshold of death…"

"What can we expect? It's war…"