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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: February 26, 2018

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Submitted: February 26, 2018



He looked carefully around the parking lot, trying to find an empty space.

"Hurry up, boy, we don't have all day!" his father yelled, honking from his car.

"I'm trying!" the boy said. "There!" he shouted triumphantly.

A few minutes later, the boy was racing along the cobbled streets of the small town. His father was running ahead, the little sister close behind. He wasn't very good at running. Moving as fast as he could to keep up, he ran over a small bridge which stood above a river. He glanced at the red, yellow and blue houses stood alongside it. 

He faintly noticed more streets and turns and suddenly they were running through an archway. They reached the ticket booth of the old theater rather breathlessly, but happy to be on time.  There weren't any tickets left for the cheaper seats, but somebody had cancelled their reservation for a balcony, so they could get those instead. They found their seats easily enough and sat down, waiting for the play to begin.

The lights dimmed and the boy looked around the room.  Most of the seats were occupied by families, older and younger children and old folks wanting to relive the nostalgia of their youth.

A gong sounded three times and the play began.

"It was very boring." his sister complained during half-time. "And completely historically inaccurate. Some of the effects were pretty good I suppose, but not good enough to save the show."   His father nodded, but the boy chewed on his fonut quietly. He liked the play. It was a bit childish, but that was the fun of it. Suddenly the gong rang again and they hurriedly finished their food and returned to their seats.

Soon enough the play was over and the actors bowed to the audience. 

Suddenly, one of them started talking about all the problems with the country, and their politicians, and everything wrong with the people who didn't fight against it.

The boy started feeling uneasy. A banner was lowered from the top of the stage, with the faces of politicians who were currently in jail because of their extreme claims. The actor called the current leaders greedy tirants and scoundrels. The audience was clapping in unison. Again and again. The boy's mouth went dry. Some people were cheering. Even some of the children had joined in.

He felt his sister hold his hand. Her palm was sweaty. He looked at her face. She had a stoic expression, but he could tell by the look in her eyes that she was scared. She had gathered all their things, ready to leave.

He looked over to his father. He had an expression the boy couldn't read and his jaw was clenched tight, but he nodded.

On the way back to the car, they were quiet. The boy's heart was still beating fast. He looked at the houses more carefully than before. He noticed that most of them had flags hanging from the balconies, and some of the people were wearing the sign of the movement.

The ride home was quiet too. There wasn't really anything they could say. But his sister hugged him, and he hugged her back. He sighed and they watched the sun go down together through the car window.


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