It's in the eyes

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: War and Military  |  House: Booksie Classic
Two best friends in a time of war

Submitted: November 09, 2009

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She sat on the sofa the fear almost smothering her. She just stared blankly at the screen her eyes not straying for a moment. The two girls were close it was relatively obvious at the way the other watched her friend, closely monitoring her face for signs of tears. The first let her terror grip her further she bit her lip, pressing her clenched fist to her mouth. Fear
 
“Annie,” the second girl mumbled her shoulder slouching forward, terror trembling her voice. The first moved closer hugging her friend, she said nothing more but her dark brown eyes stared intensely at the T.V screen, her dark hair falling slightly over her face.
 
There were more shots and explosions, dust billowing, guns drawn. The screen once again flicked to the news reporter who babbled on again about how islam has retaliated again.
 
“Mariam, don’t worry,” Annie mumbled her face clouded with concern placing a hand on the shoulder of the dark haired girl. Then the screen once again flickered to the death toll of soldiers. Fury was evident Mariam’s face, she did nothing to voice her anger but those that knew her could see it in her eyes.
 
“How come they never say how many of our people died? Why do they always blame Islam? Shouldn’t they say a specific group of individuals? Just doesn’t seem politically correct that we get the wrath because of some violent extremists.” She muttered something in Arabic, unheard by her friend. Then it was quiet for a while both girls sitting there staring blindly at the screen.
 
“Ahmed hasn’t called since last week,” Mariam mumbled her voice seeping with regrets, longing and heartache. There was nothing more to say. Their mutual friendship with the boy drew them closer. Annie hugged her best friend she rocked the girl back and fourth. The fear linking them together glue, the unspoken words forever lingering. That maybe one of those unaccounted deaths was him and then as if sent by God the power went out.


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