Author’s Note: I wrote this story three years ago, but it thought I’d put up a few old things on this site to start with, and then I’ll eventually put up some new stuff. The Bomb

It was a night to remember, Friday 13th.

We were standing at the bus stop when it happened. 10pm and the bus was due any second but Adam was hungry. The shop was only just across the way and I could easily fetch him when the bus came. I watched him cross the road and enter the shop.

It was about two minutes before the bus appeared at the end of the street and I went to get Adam. I was halfway across the road when it struck. The shop was left in ashes. Someone dragged me to a shelter.

I didn’t even get to retrieve his body. The night Adam died? That was the night war was declared.

Short but sweet. Feedback is greatly appreciated.