Three figures sat on a large soft sofa in half darkness. A lamp hanging above them glowed with warm , yellow light. The metal cup holders on the armrests reflected some rays that fell on them. Grainy sounds of gruff men speaking and loud explosions from the television movie took over the room.
Paul stood out in this group of people. He seemed much younger than the couple who sat on either side of him, who were presumably his parents. He stretched his legs to rest on the table and position his head further downward. His posture was in between sleeping and sitting, resembling that of a person sitting on a recliner. Paul’s hands ran across his soft, silky black hair as he gave a slight smile to indicate his appreciation of what he was watching. His smooth white skin contrasted starkly with the dark black velvet cover of the couch. Images of black and white flashed by his innocent blue eyes that were the colour of oceans and skies. Paul’s mother put her arm around her son lovingly. Paul frowned in disgust and made a desperate attempt to be set free from his mother’s hold. Her jet black hair flowed all over the backrest . A look of disappointment came off of her. Hey bluish gray pupils were hidden from the gore and violence that the rest of the family so adored. She gave a glance to her husband to communicate to him to change what they were watching. He paid no heed to her. His heavy arms reached for the lonely greasy potato fry that sat on the plate. He gave a wide grin as he chewed on it. The crispy outer layer full of oil and fat broke to give a mush of starchy mass. Brown hair lay ruffled on his head.
Suddenly the air raid alarms rang. The annoying looping sound sent everyone into panic. Fear erupted out of their hearts and souls. The tiny family was no exception to this. The TV was immediately paused and the behemoth of a man stood up, towering above all else. Paul drew open the thick curtains, only to be yelled at brutally by his father. His eyes, wide open, threatened to burst into tears. The petite mother frantically ran around the living room looking for useful equipment. She screamed out vague commands as she went to fetch the rations. An explosion was heard nearby. This sent the family into further madness. It gave a sense of desperation to the father, who felt responsible for the lives of his loved ones. Paul wondered on the possibility of this being his last night on earth. He pictured a funeral with his parents sobbing over his corpse. His thoughts were interrupted by a shove he received, to get out of the house.
The three ran to the nearest bomb shelter. Dozens of people stormed in. Loud cried for help echoed through the walls of the structure. Paul felt suffocated as he sat down under the building that was his home. The ceiling reverbrated with the vibrations of death itself. A realisation of helplessness and a feeling of rage, of pure anger built up in all who sat restlessly in this cave
