It was a bright summer day, the type of day you would spend outside with friends. But today I wasn't out with friends, I was actually at home. Because I was hiding, in the basement, where I hid while my parents covered the basement entrance, so they wouldn't get in. Then it happened, the sound of the front door being slammed off the rusty hinges, and being plummeted to the floor, Suddenly there was silence, complete silence. After a while, they began to speak, speaking that we will be sent away to a place, a place where we would be safe during the war. There were screams, screams from my family trying to resist, resit from them, from there grab, Then it happened, a sound like no other, the sound of a bullet. A sound that left silence, but not just silence, but with emotions. Emotions that made me cry on the concrete basement floor, but it was those tears that led them to me. That led to my parents death to be in vain. After that everything was fuzzy, like a bad memory, a memory fading into exist.
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The Imperfect Nature
Historical FictionWhen Kiku Honda, a young Japanese, is captured and sent to a "relocation camp" near the beginning of WW2, all hope is lost for him, except the plans of an american to give freedom to all, no matter the race
