Blurry MemoriesThe sound of a gunshot rang in our ears as we looked at each other with eyes filled of timidity….
On a Saturday afternoon with the sun shining and not a cloud in sight, we walked down the sidewalk without any anxiety of unpleasant problems troubling us. Well, I was doing the walking; Brycelyn, casually rode along my back with her soft hair draping over my face. We were talking about what we wanted from the convenience store down the busy road. At that time when worker bees were returning home from work during rush hour, the cars came to stop at a red light. Traffic was heavy that day, so the fumes from the carbon monoxide made me stumble and lose my balance of the precious package I was carrying. She fell quite gracefully and managed to land on her feet smiling towards me, even after my misfortune of dropping her. I looked over to the stopped cars for a brief moment and in a black, rusted Honda Civic, two peculiar looking men in their thirties were shouting furiousl
Late Early in the winter morning of Saturday during 1989, in Kursk, Russia, I was sitting at the table with my mother. We only have each other now after Dad passed away eight years ago from a mugging the night when he was walking home from working late. I know that she thinks about him when we're silently eating meals with the occasional, "Could you pass the milk?" to break the solemn quietness. I was surprised that breakfast when she suddenly said, "Nika, I need you to meet me today in front of the train station at 2:35 today, and remember to be on time for once, I know how you are at forgetting things. I get off work early today so I'll be able to have some free time on my hands before you have to get there." I replied with a nod and an affirmative grunt since I was munching on a piece of buttered, slightly burnt toast. I didn't know why we were going to the train station, but I didn't ask any questions. Mom headed out the door after eating and off to work at the local tobacco outle