Wasn't planning on doing an entry today, but a movie I watched last night in my insomnia inspired it, and it wouldn't leave my head.
Hope to wrap up the rest of my updates in the next couple of days and keeping my fingers crossed for a Christmas eve posting.
Penname: kyla713
Creative Original or Derivative Fiction: Derivative
Rating/Warning(s): T
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Prompt: http://timeislivingme(dot)files(dot)wordpress(dot)com/2009/01/sarajevo04(dot)jpg Imagined Image: Chaos has broken out in this picture. Why? Where does this take place? What is happening. Choose a character or an object in the picture and tell the story.
London 1915
The sound of sirens woke me from a sound slumber, and I rose from my bed to walk sleepily to the window to see what was going on. Upon reaching it, my eyes grew wide as a bright orange light illuminated the dark room and I began trembling.
"Edward, they're bombing the city," I called across the room shakily to my husband, who had just been roused by the explosion. I grabbed my robe from the bedpost and wrapped it around myself, running down the stairs and out the front door, gasping in horror at the sight in front of me.
Even in the middle of the night, people were scampering along the sidewalks, desperately seeking shelter from the flames that burned in the not so far distance. Close enough that I swore I could almost feel the heat of the flames on my face.
A pair of strong hands grabbed me from behind, pulling me back into the house and down into the basement. Instantly, I was engulfed in his arms as I cried against his chest.
"Bella, what on earth were you thinking?" he asked breathlessly, stroking my hair and holding me securely in his embrace.
"Why is this happening? Why now?" I sobbed, one arm clutching tightly around him, the other wrapping protectively around my slightly swollen middle.
We had been so elated when we learned of my condition not even three months ago, and now I couldn't help but wonder what kind of world we were bringing our child into. With danger at our doorstep, and no way to truly protect ourselves from it, let alone an innocent child.
"It will be alright, love," he whispered softly in my ear but my cries increased as another thundering explosion shook us, and the lights flickered out.
"Edward, I'm afraid," I wept loudly, my hold around him tightening even more and he cradled me in his arms, his body amazingly calm and relaxed.
"Sweetheart, all of London may burn, but you're safe here with me. I will never let anything harm you," he said calmly with his palm resting on my cheek.
Even in this world so much bigger than us, his simple words and his presence immediately eased my fears, and his lips against mine made it possible for me to forget them, if even for a moment.
Regardless of what we faced, the good or the bad, we'd face them all together.