A short story to be written in 50 words not one word less, not one word more!, for the Freewriters community to #zapfic50monday contest. Prompt: "squeeze"
The explosion lit up the entire sky. Paralysed by fear, I tried to remember what I had learnt in the shelter, when I felt someone squeeze my hand tightly. That small gesture was enough to make me forget all logic. I wasn't alone. We had to keep fighting to survive.
Translated with www.DeepL.com/Translator (free version)
