a short story in english!

What Started as a Sunny Day in the Archipelago

It was so heavy. I was standing in the red barn-looking repository, looking up at the stocked jibs. They were numbered and sorted in trays with the same number. There were 30 trays and 29 jibs on the wall. One in my fathom, and it was heavy to my spindly arms.

I joined the others and walked anticipative down the gravel road to the emerald green water. The sunshine floated thru the pine-trees and heated our bare skin.

The only thing audible was the wind and the sound of the halyard and shackles moving against the masts of the boats and the yawps of the camp instructors. It was a good day for sailing.

We pulled the cockboat out the harbor. For the older children it took about ten minutes. While it for us took so long that the sun stood higher in the sky than when we began by the time we finally slipped out in the fairway.

I lost track of time, as you easily do while on the sea, but according to the position of the sun it was somewhere around lunchtime when the bow of a grey metal ship suddenly appeared behind a leafy island. At first sight it was not that much larger than the occasional freighters that passes through the area but I stared to realize its size as it became less and less hidden behind the island. Well over a hundred meters long it drew everyone´s attention. At first we were amazed but when one of the battleship-cannons suddenly fired everyone became terrified.

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I woke up in a hospital bed, lone in bright white painted room. There where red flowers on side table. They matched with my bloody sheets. Next to flowers lay the local newspaper with the group-photo of my sailing camp on the first page. It said: “World war has come to Italy, children first to die.”

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