Anticipation: short story writing (day264)

I was about to burst into tears when I heard the sound of incendiary bombs descending from the smoke ridden sky. without realising it, my legs sprang up automatically and before I knew it, I was running directionless and hopelessly, to find a shelter. There was an explosion not far from me which flung me backwards, and almost knocked me out.

I crawled through the rubble, struggling to stand back up again. 'War is such a cruel thing' I thought to myself. 'What business does the enemy have with us'? Is this what they call freedom? I anticipate a better place, and a better world, but it does not mean anything anymore. Funny enough, anticipation is still my only escapism. What a wonderful curse to have... the uncertainty of anticipation, the faith to trust in the unknown. With chaos around me, the only place I can seek peace is within the unknown, because only in the unknown I am not declined.

The place I call home is now burning all around me. How fickle and transitory our lives are, just like the radiant cherry blossoms, with its beautiful petals blooming today, and falling to the ground in the next. Admiring Life's fleeting beauty, I came to my senses and realised that i was still alive. This was the moment I decided to fight for a cause.'My anticipation will not be all in vain, and one day I shall bring down their planes from the sky, as how they brought down our cities, together with all the innocent people to their deaths'. I was filled with anger and grief, but my mind remained as clear as a flash of lightning. At that point in time, I was sure that my iron will was unbreakable. The seed of revenge was sowed and one day it will avenge my cause.