Digital+English+Writing

A Silent Wind


 * The wind was silent now but his mind wasn’t, flusters of thoughts were hurdling round his head like an ice storm. Charlie stepped out of the grocer his hands clasping on the last pay packet he would ever receive. The cobblestone streets of Israel were heating up in the mid-morning sun. A small breeze whipped his father’s pants now torn at the knee; they were the top of fashion when his father had bought them nearly twenty years ago. He glanced around the corner at the small cottage he and lived in with his wife, Julia, and his daughter, Jenny. He rushed hurriedly in the front door, the house was silent. He began packing. **
 * His heart beat was bouncing of the walls. His mind panicked what if she came for him, what if she told the authorities. They would not have time for a court hearing in there minds he should have been shot when deserted the war, they would not look for him to return him to his family... He snapped out of it everything would go to plan he would be packed and gone before they arrived home to find a note saying that he would return in twenty-four months with the small fortune that the watch factory would pay him. Suddenly a feeling of guilt swept over him, his daughter. He walked over to the bookshelf and picked up the family album, he placed it carefully into his case. This would keep him in a safe place. He fought back the tears building up behind his eyes. The clock bonged in the corner it was two o’clock Jenny and Julia would be home soon he had to hurry, quickly scribbling a note and placing it on the table he scrambled out the door dragging his case behind him. **
 * He was seven minutes early for his train. So using a small amount of the money from his pay he bought a small juicy red apple and began to eat it. Guilt surrounded him but he knew he had no choice. The whistle from the train echoed around the small town station as he clambered aboard his carriage. **
 * The train ride was long and exhausting. His carriage nearly empty sat in silence as it rocked along the old railway tracks. He passed through several tunnels and every time he felt the blackness of the tunnel swallow him like the darkness of the guilt swimming round his mind **