Flash Fiction I

Hibakusha

On the warm summer’s day that we all had waited two years for, you didn’t even smile. Instead you stood facing me with eyes averted – tired slumping shoulders and clasped hands, broken. The wind passed between us like whispers. The sun shone between us like yearning.

© Jorá An

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