Thomas and The Streets Of London

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic
A story about a young boy in 1943 london

Submitted: October 29, 2012

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On a warm summers morning, Thomas awoke, he awoke to a sound that had become far to familiar, he awoke to the sound of screaming and the smell of burning wood and flesh. Thomas was five, a young boy but he had aged a lifetime over the past year, since his mother was taken from him and his farther away in France. Thomas did what he normally does on a Thursday morning, he got out of his Andrews bomb shelter put on his knitted jumper and his shorts and headed out into the streets.

 

Once Thomas stepped outside his heart sank. The Luftwaffe had bombed his street for the third time in a week. Thomas was an optimistic boy and always saw opportunity when ever something bad happened. What Thomas always did was set of through the rubble looking for scrap bits of metal or little pieces of clothing or anything really that would help him complete his model of a spitfire. Thomas loved that model, his farther had sent it to him from France, however it was an assemble yourself kit and Thomas had lost most of the parts in the raid that killed his mother.

 

As Thomas trawled through the bricks and mortar that had been blown apart by Nazi bombs a thought flashed through his mind. Lily! Lily was Thomas' best friend and had been for a while he would do anything for her, despite that fact she was, in his words 'a smelly ole girl'. He would tease her from time to time but there was no one else on earth he cared for more, she was all he had, ever since he picked her up out of the rubble of her old bombed out house.

 

As Thomas searched for bits and bobs to build his model plane with he hoped that Lily would come round the corner. Every few seconds Thomas would look up checking the nearest corner or looking behind the next pile of rubble. Some time went by and Thomas had found a lot of parts that would work well on his model plane, all he needed to complete the set was a propeller. Abandoning his search he stopped by the bakers. Thomas and the baker had a bit of a deal going; so long as Thomas told people

he met on his walks round the city to come to the bakers, he could get free bread. As Thomas entered the shop he asked the baker “Have you seen Lily at all?”

I'm sorry son” replied the baker “I've not seen her since last night, she said she was going to spend the night in the tube station to stay away from the bombs”

Thank you sir” shouted Thomas as he ran out of the shop towards the underground station.

 

As Thomas was running through the streets something caught his eye, a glint of sunlight shining of something. When Thomas saw it he couldn't believe his eyes, it was a propeller. A propeller was just slightly buried in the broken up brick. Thomas got to his knees brushed off some of the dust and moved to pick up the piece of scrap metal. Thomas pulled and pulled but it would not move, he pulled with all his strength until he heard a click, a very horrible terrifying click. This click was a sound that no Londoner ever wanted to hear, this noise sent a chill through Thomases body because he knew that it was the last sound he was ever to hear. The piece of scrape metal the young boy from London had so confidentially reached to and attempted to retrieve was in fact something much worse. This propeller was the fusing propeller to non other than a German 550lb bomb.

 

Thomas was never seen or heard from again. Lily was so distraught after Thomases disappearance that its said she walked out into the open during a bombing raid and just sat in the street. No one really knows what happened to Lily, that's just one theory. As for Thomases farther? Thomases farther never even knew that Thomases mother had been killed because Thomases farther was killed in France on the 4th of June 1940. Thomas Had been alone for over two years.


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