Friday Fictioneers: Before the Alarm


“Blow out the candles, Emilia,” Mother hissed as we heard the blaring of the air-raid alarm. Hurriedly, I obeyed as she ran to turned off the radio. Then my father, brother, mother, and I rushed out of the house and ran for the cellar. As I ran, I saw the planes whiz above my head. “Come on, Emilia,” my mother called ten steps away.

I don’t remember how many days we had stayed in the cellar but when I was finally allowed to return to the house, I immediately ran to the last room I was in before the alarms.

(100 words)

Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less, based on the picture above.


17 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: Before the Alarm

  1. You set a beautiful scene with the mother lighting the candle that contrasted nicely with the horror of the air raid siren and planes.

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