January 9th, 1945


Packed in the filthy holds of the ship, POW’s huddle together in darkness.  Day and night, fused together, suspend the men in a timeless abyss.  On the fifteenth morning, blue dawn breaks, and the planes come.  The men, at last, are liberated, from the stinking ship, from captivity, from life.  Unseen by tortured eyes for two long weeks, the moon covers itself with clouds, and weeps.

For my Uncle Pete.



The prompt?  Moon



6 thoughts on “January 9th, 1945

    • Nada, thank you so much! I wanted to do justice to my Uncle’s story, and I’m thankful for such a positive reaction from you. It is very much appreciated:)

  1. Incredible, Valerie. You definitely did justice to your Uncle’s story with this gorgeous piece. Hugs to you, dear friend. oxox.

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