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ANOTHER SOUL COLLECTING

I arrived, to a place of furnished floors. I could still hear the discussions of work. Ladies heels tapping on the pavement. And silence.

Then, bombs.

The sirens. The cuckoo shrieks in the radio. They rang. But they were not consistent. Forgetting to inform the heavy sleepers. Who are now dead, by the way.

Within minutes, mounds of concrete and earth were stacked and piled. The streets were ruptured veins. Blood streamed till it was dried on the road, and the bodies were stuck there, like driftwood after the flood.

They were glued down. A packet of souls.

Was it fate?

Misfortune?

Is that what glued them down like that?

Of course not.

Lets not be stupid.

It probably had more to do with the hurled bombs, thrown down by humans hiding in the clouds.

Yes, the sky was now a devastating, home-cooked red. The small German town had been flung apart one more time. Snowflakes of ash fell so lovelily you were tempted to stretch out your tongue to catch them, taste them. Only, they would have scorched your lips. They would have cooked your mouth.

Berge Avenue was now just a mountain of rubble.


Even in the streets I did not touch,

the skies hung low,

suffocating grey mist.

Himmel Street was full of talk. News spread quickly in the early hours. A messenger rode past the street, "Berge Avenue was bombed last night! The Americans are attacking!"

Liesel heard the news alright. Her heart panicked, quaked, and worried for Gollo. Where was he, and more importantly was he alive?

But she did not shed a tear.

How could she be so heartless to be so relieved.

It was not Himmel Street that had been bombed.

It was a school day and Liesel stayed home.

In fact everyone in Himmel stayed home that day, in the comfort of their families.

Attempting to cheer the mood, Liesel picked up here papas accordion. Stopping after the second note. It did not sound so joyful when she played it. Hans smiled at his daughter's effort, and lay down next to his wife. Liesel sat at the end of their bed and told some stories involving a raven-haired girl and a raven- haired boy and their adventures together. The married couple listened attentively, happy in each others embrace as they were entertained by the words Liesel spoke. The stories which Liesel changed the names of Her and Rudy.

A knock at the door stopped her at mid sentence.

Liesel ran to it and immediately pulled the body in.

"Hi Liesel."

Liesel. It was a name Rudy did not use too often. He preferred the term saumensch. The sound of Liesel's name caused him to squirm too much, reminding him of his confusing feelings for her. But it was different now, he no longer had to hide it. She felt the same way. They were both,in love.

"Hey Rudy, my saukerl, want a kiss."

"Ja! Yes please!" Rudy nodded his head eagerly, his mood skyrocketing to the skies.

"Well, come here." She kissed him, and she kissed him good.

Maybe it had something to do with being alive and not dead. And the scary thought that it could have been Himmel Street instead.