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Submitted to Contest #80
LONDON, 1940:Home is suffocatingly silent. My ears ring with the nothingness of it. Mother hurries us down the makeshift stairs, careful not to release my hand. Sixteen steps take us far beneath the oubliette. There are ten more days until I am to leave.A light press of a hand to my temple is the only sign that we have arrived. A faint glow emanates from the corner of the bunker where Shirley languishes. My mother floats over to Mrs. Christie posted by the rickety table, her eyes crinkling as she gives the woman a tight-lipped smile. I count...
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