War-Time Memory
WAR-TIME MEMORY
During air-raids in London, we would huddle under the stairs, Mother, Brother and I. Minimal protection against a direct hit, but something. I would feel Mother flinch when one landed nearby. But not me. My worry was spiders.
Safe under the stairs
Not concerned by falling bombs
Afraid of spiders
26th June 2020
A Memory Contest
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