January 2022:
Bloghop

Looking at the year I feel positively SciFi. 😀
Being buried in tax papers, I was glad that someone reminded me of the quarterly bloghop. This story is a little darker than usual. Blame it on the weather or on my mood. I still hope you’ll like it. You’ll also get free short stories from the other participants. As usual there’s a list at the end of this post. Enjoy and leave a comment!

 

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The Beauty of Rainstorms

Frozen in my bay window seat I seek solace in neat rows of books, well placed trinkets, and carefully arranged furniture whenever lightning illuminates them.

I flinch at every earsplitting thunder-crack, remembering the earth-shaking explosions, the sirens, and how – secretly shivering with fear – Mother used to read to me in the bomb shelter’s gloom. Her voice was all that kept panic at bay. Her words painted pictures in my head, so vividly I no longer smelled the dust hanging in the air.

I don’t want to think of our flight. The waves’ thunder, the salt on my lips and skin, the burning thirst – worse than hunger – and the scared gazes of men, women, and children are burnt into my soul. Although I cannot know the number of boats like ours that were swallowed by the ocean, I feel their once living cargo in my heart. A stone of the beach we landed at still lies on one of my shelves. It gives me strength when my heart can no longer bear the burden of my fear.

Now, I’m a mother myself and I read to my own daughter. During thunderstorms I sometimes hide in her bed, sucking in the scent of diapers and milk. Then, she’ll close her tiny arms around my neck, and I know the world won’t end – like it didn’t end in the bunker, like it didn’t end on the ocean.

If only my sweet daughter would be here with me now. Her room is endlessly far away, and my legs don’t obey. The storm’s chaos and noise paralyses me. Like a laughing giant, it plays with my memories, my fate – one of many – as if to prove how unimportant one human life is. And still, I’m here, even though I I sit and stare silently at my orderly room, fighting panic.

The door opens and my daughter bursts in, delighted by every kaboom. Her laughter against the giants’ grumbling. My living whirlwind careens through my sanctuary and hugs me with all her strength. While she holds me, she talks about everything and nothing until I finally relax.

Maybe with her it’s possible to rediscover the beauty of rainstorms.

 

6 thoughts on “January 2022:
Bloghop”

  1. Bill says:

    Wow, what a beautifully powerful story! This is one of the best things I’ve read in a long time.

    1. The German version was published without my consent and without payment. I was rather angry about it.

      I’m glad you liked it so much.

  2. Barbara says:

    Loved it…. Beautiful and hanging with hope at the end.

  3. Katharina Gerlach says:

    Sorry, I’m stuck at my parents’ and have no access to the site for a few days. You’ll find links to the other stories here:

    https://www.junetakey.com/storytime-quarterly-blog-hop-january-2022/

  4. Elaine Milner says:

    Good story! I especially like the descriptions and the hope at the end. I didn’t find it too dark because it is so short.

    1. Katharina Gerlach says:

      Thanks for the heads up.

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