Flash Fiction
Dot. Memory. Dot.
World War 2
A boy, thirteen, leaves London to work on a farm. He will do anything to get out of town. Out of London. No care. Not even for the family. Why should he? His sisters, his mother…he, the only son. A son. They are worth more. They, a symbol of hope. Fathers want them more. Mothers, rely on them more…The news was received over the phone. He was gone before Mother…