And there I was in the blackout in 1939 World War II. I was only 12 living in London with my mother. My father and brothers have been taken to war. The least thing I liked about the war were the blackouts which would always start at sunset.
But it just had to be that day when our city was attacked by German bombers And everything was falling- the candles, pots, plates, cutlery everything.
Then the most horrific thing happened. I was reaching to get the matchsticks and the candle but instead, it was not a candle I felt; the material felt like a cold moist cloth.
Later when my eyes adjusted to the darkness I saw my mother under that boulder.