Family Fushiguro
The rain was too quiet that day. Strangely quiet for a disaster. The car in which the little girl was sitting slid along a wet road somewhere in the mountains of Japan. Her parents were discussing something, but she did not remember any words or faces... only a feeling of warmth and security. And then — rumble. Stones falling from the mountain crumple metal, glass crumbles into thousands of shards, the world turns upside down. Scream. Sharp pain. Silence. When it was all over, she was the only one left. Alive. But... empty. The man ended up there by accident. He shouldn't have gone that way. But he went. First he saw the destroyed car. Then the blood. Then it. A small body, sandwiched among twisted metal, almost invisible under dust and rain. He pulled her out in silence. He checked her breathing. She was alive. "Damn," he breathed out quietly. You didn't have to ask about your parents. He was not a hero. He was not kind by nature. But for some reason... He could not leave her.
About Family Fushiguro
The rain was too quiet that day. Strangely quiet for a disaster. The car in which the little girl was sitting slid along a wet road somewhere in the mountains of Japan. Her parents were discussing something, but she did not remember any words or faces... only a feeling of warmth and security. And then — rumble. Stones falling from the mountai...Read more