Belvino
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In the distance explosions rocked the atmosphere. Elsa’s gaze scanned the horizon while her ears listened for the buzz of propellers that would indicate an approaching plane. She heard nothing of the sort and her breath rushed out of her lips. She had not been aware that she was holding it. The war was creeping ever near her country home, despite the great lengths she had gone to find a place so far from everything.
Her hands tightened on the rake before her as an image filled her vision. Metal, burning and hot seared her nose much like that day. The wreckage had been on fire for some time though she could not know how long. It was the cries that echoed in her ears- the sound of so much pain. He was like a wounded rabbit squealing in the throes of death, desperate for the pain to cease. When she found him he was laying on his side his eyes stared into nothing and his lips parted in a cry of surprise.
No, he gasped.
Blood caked the corners of his mouth and his breath smelled like the metal of the burning plane. She knelt before him her hands fluttering upon his chest, feeling everywhere. He grabbed her wrist but his grip was weak, and his energy spent. She felt the crisp sensation of burned skin when he touched her. His palms were burned like some of his body and upon closer inspection she discovered charring around his nose. Already his breath was raspy, and ragged becoming more irregular the longer she watched.
Help me, he whispered, his eyes closing momentarily. She shook her head not understanding his request. From the tail of the plane she had gathered that he was a soldier of the American military, but her English was limited. However she knew all she needed to know from the image of this man’s suffering. For a moment she stood and rummaged in the bag strapped across her shoulder until she found the only thing that could help him in this moment.
Elsa bent towards him once more, and pressed the needle into the crook of his elbow. She depressed the plunger and watched as the man breathed a sigh of relief. His pain washed away on a wave and took with it the last remnants of his life. Elsa brushed her hand across his eyes closing them forever from the world.
Jetzt ruhen, rest now.
The memory left tears on Elsa’s cheeks and she turned away from the rake letting it stick upwards in the earth. She could hear the sounds of Marie singing away in the kitchen. The smell of fresh bread wafted through the air, but Elsa could think of nothing but that plane. It had been so long ago but the memory made it feel so new. She shook her head and strode into the house determined to direct her thoughts away.
“Guten tag, good day” Marie sang as the door closed behind Elsa. Elsa smiled in response and sat at the table just as Marie brought a bowl of fresh stew and slices of the bread she had smelled earlier. The two women had been together for some time, living and sharing space. Marie was a baker who would sell her wares in the village market and therefore was home more often than Elsa who took medical cases when she was not working in the hospital. Their arrangement was useful for both women who had never married, but sought the companionship and safety of company.
The two women settled into their meal, talking quietly amongst themselves. They were interrupted by a scratching at the door, and both looked up startled. The door creaked open and standing at the entry was a man covered in blood. He swayed on his feet before them and then his knees collapsed and he met the floor with his face. Elsa gasped and a cry of surprise echoed from Marie’s end of the table.
Her hands tightened on the rake before her as an image filled her vision. Metal, burning and hot seared her nose much like that day. The wreckage had been on fire for some time though she could not know how long. It was the cries that echoed in her ears- the sound of so much pain. He was like a wounded rabbit squealing in the throes of death, desperate for the pain to cease. When she found him he was laying on his side his eyes stared into nothing and his lips parted in a cry of surprise.
No, he gasped.
Blood caked the corners of his mouth and his breath smelled like the metal of the burning plane. She knelt before him her hands fluttering upon his chest, feeling everywhere. He grabbed her wrist but his grip was weak, and his energy spent. She felt the crisp sensation of burned skin when he touched her. His palms were burned like some of his body and upon closer inspection she discovered charring around his nose. Already his breath was raspy, and ragged becoming more irregular the longer she watched.
Help me, he whispered, his eyes closing momentarily. She shook her head not understanding his request. From the tail of the plane she had gathered that he was a soldier of the American military, but her English was limited. However she knew all she needed to know from the image of this man’s suffering. For a moment she stood and rummaged in the bag strapped across her shoulder until she found the only thing that could help him in this moment.
Elsa bent towards him once more, and pressed the needle into the crook of his elbow. She depressed the plunger and watched as the man breathed a sigh of relief. His pain washed away on a wave and took with it the last remnants of his life. Elsa brushed her hand across his eyes closing them forever from the world.
Jetzt ruhen, rest now.
The memory left tears on Elsa’s cheeks and she turned away from the rake letting it stick upwards in the earth. She could hear the sounds of Marie singing away in the kitchen. The smell of fresh bread wafted through the air, but Elsa could think of nothing but that plane. It had been so long ago but the memory made it feel so new. She shook her head and strode into the house determined to direct her thoughts away.
“Guten tag, good day” Marie sang as the door closed behind Elsa. Elsa smiled in response and sat at the table just as Marie brought a bowl of fresh stew and slices of the bread she had smelled earlier. The two women had been together for some time, living and sharing space. Marie was a baker who would sell her wares in the village market and therefore was home more often than Elsa who took medical cases when she was not working in the hospital. Their arrangement was useful for both women who had never married, but sought the companionship and safety of company.
The two women settled into their meal, talking quietly amongst themselves. They were interrupted by a scratching at the door, and both looked up startled. The door creaked open and standing at the entry was a man covered in blood. He swayed on his feet before them and then his knees collapsed and he met the floor with his face. Elsa gasped and a cry of surprise echoed from Marie’s end of the table.