Thank you Sue for another interesting photo to whet the appetite!
Thursday photo prompt – Beacon #writephoto
‘It’s a fan I tell you.’
‘No, it’s not. It’s a crown.’
Charles listened to his two offspring arguing over the silhouette on the hill.
It was all exciting to them as they’d never been here before, never seen such stormy skies.
But Charles knew exactly what it was and what it depicted.
Sitting back in his seat, he closed his eyes as the bickering continued, and cast his mind back to the days before they were born.
Together with a thousand other families, he and his parents had fled this place.
One thousand out of millions. His children knew nothing of the holocaust or their fight for survival.
The New World had indeed been glorious when the ships had first arrived, but now, fifty some years later, a handful of people were returning.
Over time, ignorance and a lack of basic manual skills as no-one had thought outside the Technology Box, resources had been expended, food and water scarce.
Down to just one transport ship, those that remained had to admit they were dying, and their only chance was to come home.
He sighed, wondering what they would find, and if perhaps they would have fared better had the beacon been lit as a warning when the invaders came.