Seventeenth Prompt: Photograph

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Edmund stared out of the window.
He knew that he had to get out of the room, out of the house.
But the bombs, that fell down from the sky put him into a trance.

„Edmund!“, his mother called, pulled him away from the window, and shut the curtains.

She called for Peter and he carried him away, as fast as possible.

Outside Edmund remembered the photograph of his dad.

„Wait! Dad!“

He ran back into the house.

He knew that it was dumb. But without a reminder that he was still there, Peter would maybe completely act like dad.

And Peter chased him right now, to get him out of the house.

Exactly when Edmund reached for the photograph, Peter pulled him down to the ground and the window shattered.

„Get out of here!“, Peter screamed.

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After they came back from Narnia, Edmund looked at the shattered glass of the picture and a small tear fell from his cheek on one of the glass pieces.

Peter sat down next to him.

„I'm sorry“, he said quietly.

„Thank you“, Edmund said and his grip around the photograph tightened.

„I mean, I miss him too“, Peter said.
„But the picture isn't worth your life.“

„I just...I thought you'd forget that dad was still out there...“, Edmund said.

„I'd never forget him, Ed.“

Peter pulled his little brother into a hug.

„I know now“, Edmund said with a little smile.

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Very short again... I'm so sorry 😂