PHOTO PROMPT © Karuna
Better Late Than Never
Daniel knelt, arms folded across his knees, staring at the charred toys. When he closed his eyes, the images from Rwanda overwhelmed him.
Shit! Shit! Shit!
A hand touched his shoulder. If he’d come home earlier would this have happened?
He rose slowly, turned to his wife.
“You are not there anymore.”
“Houses can be replaced.”
“I know.” His eyes trailed over her shoulder, to the policeman by his cop car. He couldn’t see into the car.
Entwining fingers, they turned away from the rubble, walking towards the policeman, two children spilling out of the car towards them. Scopping them up, the family walked on, away from the past, into the future.