The Day We Reunite
    By Nila Mouton
    
    A tear rolls down my cheek as I stop to take a breath. Sliding down the trunk of the tree, I remember. I remember walking on
 the boardwalk with my older brother, Jonathan; the waking up at the sound of the teakettle whistling, signalling  the tea was finshed. I
open my eyes, the memories making me homesick.
    
    Slowly, I get up as I hear voices coming. 'Them' coming. I run, the colorful array of autumn leaves crunching beneath my feet
as the Russian army pursues me, just as they did my brother.
    
    That's all there is now. Running, glancing behind you to see how close the enemy is, and patrolling an area so there may be
safety for you and your group. If you have one, that is. No one must be trusted if it is survival that you want.
    
    What happened to the hoyden I once was?
    
    I soon hear mazurkas, and in no time, I see people dancing also. I stop to reminesce the time when Jonathan and I used to do
exactly the same thing while laughning and smiling...
    
    A pain goes through my abdomen. Looking down, I see a bullet wound bleeding profusely, seeming like a never ending flow of
blood. I gently touch the injury, the red liqiud suddenly looking alien to me, as if it had come from an exoplanet. A shakey breath is
taken in, and a fire shoots up my spine, spreading faster than a tornado. I drop to my knees, hoping for the excrutiating agony to stop,
to go away. Not being able to stand that horrible feeling going through my body, I lay on my back. A thought goes through my head.
"I get to see you again, Big Brother."
    
    And I exhale.....