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Sendai People

SENDAI PEOPLE Inside the school gym, people huddled in blankets: In a corner were two women, three boys - one wearing a green belt And judo pants - two old men, and a dog. All talking in low tones, all dirty, injured. Outside the gym, waters were receding . Radiation didn’t scare Miki Otomoc : it was invisible. But in the quake Her son’s arm snapped in three as shop shelves fell on him. Sendai hospital collapsed : bone was set and plastered in a field. Miki’s house was destroyed as electric wires exploded gas leaks - Bussing to her mother’s house the driver yelled to get off the bus and run. “I and my two sons and their judo team-mate hurled ourselves From the deadly wall of water by scrambling six floors up a stairwell. Then I phoned the judo mother who was frantically waiting for her son.” Miki felt in her stomach waves of relief that all the boys had survived; And was now becoming aware of her cut foot, bruised from the bus-run. Outside the gym, medics were working. Maki Kobari escaped death but many of her friends couldn't run fast enough,, Horrified she watched their youth obliterated by the vortex of mud and debris, Their lives violently swept away by the black tide. She tried to yank one little girl from the torrent - The child was snatched back by the water’s force. “ I grabbed grandfather from his wheelchair, and our dog, and drove. The sight of my friends trying to outrun the killer wave right behind me Is seared in my memory but I choke trying to find the words.. . . and I couldn’t save the girl,” she sobbed and cuddled the muddy dog. Maki clutched grandad’s arm and the tears washed little clean paths on her dirty face. Outside the gym, deliveries of milk were arriving. Old Yoichi Aizawa was afraid but unshaken. He had endured the B29 fire bombing Of his childhood home when mother pushed him into a river to avoid burning alive, “When the earthquake shook, my house was damaged ; But when the waves came unexpectedly, that was the most scary thing. I grabbed two of my books and was pushed into a potato truck with the neighbours And we fled up into the hills.” Yoichi felt nauseated thinking of his brother long ago With a broken arm and skin dripping off it in the firestorm. He brushed the potato soil from his pants and glanced repeatedly At the old-fashioned photo with burnt edges in his hand. Outside the gym, blossoms were opening

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 5/21/2011 12:29:00 AM
Many Congrats Sydney on big coveted win in Debbie's contest. Luv & best wishes - Hitendra Mehta
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Date: 5/20/2011 10:10:00 PM
Was the firestorm Hiroshima? This is really good story telling. Did you use events from the news to make it so realistic. I love how you ended this one using the symbolism of hope blossoming. Too cool! congratulations.
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Date: 5/20/2011 10:28:00 PM
Andrea, thanks for saying such nice things about my stuff. I got the names and details from an onlinenews item, but of course I altered some to preserve peoples privacy. Firestorm was really Tokyo. Hiroshima disappeared without too much actual fire..... ( grimly enough). I genuinely value your support, cos often I think my doggerel is just off the wall ...with best regards as always...Syd
Date: 5/20/2011 9:19:00 AM
Sydney,many congrats on your deserved win!
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Date: 5/20/2011 3:28:00 AM
Congratulations on winning in this 'Tribute To Japan' contest x
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Date: 5/19/2011 3:18:00 PM
To the guy who also wrote my fav "Hitler's Diary" I wish you a big congrats for another heartfelt poem. Love the potential in the ending...blossoms were opening. Gwendolen
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Date: 5/19/2011 12:33:00 PM
Congratulations on your well deserved win in Debbie Guzzi's contest Syd. Love, Carol
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Date: 5/19/2011 8:57:00 AM
Wow, you've described the tragic disaster so well here, Sydney... felt like I was there watching-- and always there is hope--congrats on your win!
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Date: 5/19/2011 7:44:00 AM
So real....you have put a personal face on this tragedy, Sydney. Sometimes our visions get blurred with these disasters, and we need to be reminded of the individual....perhaps that can stir more compassion and offers of help. Great job! Congratulations!
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Date: 5/19/2011 5:57:00 AM
Congratulations on the win in the contest of debbie, Sydney
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