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“Mummy, look!” squealed little Tiffany.
As Belinda glanced outside at the perfect rainbow, she wondered how such a beautiful world could be so easily sullied.
“Come away from the window, dear,” Belinda gently led Tiffany away.
“It’s so pretty, Mummy,” Tiffany smiled.
“Yes it is,” Belinda ruffled her hair. “Come now, we need to get back down into the shelter.”
Tiffany hesitated, then said, “You think they can see the rainbow from the sky?”
“Who dear?”
“The pilots, before they bomb us.”
Belinda was quiet.
“Maybe if they see how lovely it is, they won’t want to bomb us today.”
Belinda gulped back tears. This was no life for a child….this was, no life.
For a second she was childishly hopeful, hopeful that just before his finger hit the button, the pilot would indeed be transfixed by the beauty and reconsider.
She sighed.
“Come on sweetheart, pick up Teddy and let’s get downstairs.”
Minutes later they heard the roaring and felt the shuddering.
The pilot hadn’t reconsidered.
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