Author's Note: Follows Illusion And there's more internet research if you like.
I remembered.
I remembered laughing with my brother as our parents followed us ashore at Padang in February of 1861. Our legs had grown accustomed to the motion of the sea, and we stumbled happily, exaggerating our difficulties, until suddenly the land itself began to shift and move, and the town began to crumble. I remembered my mother pushing me, thrusting me into my father's arms even as she was engulfed, chewed by teeth and claws of broken brick and wood. For months she haunted my dreams, shattered and headless.
Ghosts aren't real, my father promised me.
He was wrong.
Yes, it's an amnesty prompt at wwoes, this time for a natural disaster.
I remembered.
I remembered laughing with my brother as our parents followed us ashore at Padang in February of 1861. Our legs had grown accustomed to the motion of the sea, and we stumbled happily, exaggerating our difficulties, until suddenly the land itself began to shift and move, and the town began to crumble. I remembered my mother pushing me, thrusting me into my father's arms even as she was engulfed, chewed by teeth and claws of broken brick and wood. For months she haunted my dreams, shattered and headless.
Ghosts aren't real, my father promised me.
He was wrong.
Yes, it's an amnesty prompt at wwoes, this time for a natural disaster.
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