And the little girl who wasn’t more than six years old, decapitated the man and his daughter.
She was just following a short story that had gone wrong.
Her family was welcomed by a woman and her son. The son was no more than eight years old.
The war had spoiled everything- from relations to enmity- everything. The boy’s father had been killed by the “Nazis” of the dream.
They had spared no one.
They had no reasons for doing so. This wasn’t a sport.
But just like leaves hanging on to the tree even after a nasty cyclone, the little girl and her father hung on to life, pulling it off by the skin of their teeth.
The two families were hunted by the same hunter; they were suffering the same fate, recuperating from the same malady.
They were happy together in the few hours when they forgot everything…
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