Waiting for the bombers, I turned off the light and the room floated in obscurity. We listened to the buzz of thirsty mosquitoes, the fall of spiders, and the hiss of the melting candles.
The dust whispered in the air and we went deaf, listening to the moon, shining cold.
Azarin Sadegh, a 2011 PEN USA Emerging Voices fellow, and a former student of the late Les Plesko, is working on her 100,000 word novel.
Wonderful!!!
Thank you!
Wonderful!
The sounds of planes droning overhead, and the many hours of summer/winter darkness. Compounded by a lack of electricity, continuous bombing, nonstop. All contributed to a great sense of fear in a 3 or 4 year-old heart.
That’s all I recall.
Thank you for your moving comment..capturing the sense of fear in the “common past” we both have lived.
Powerful!
Thank you!
Very descriptive.
Thank you!