Gunshots Short Story

Gunshots. The sound of gunshots echo in my ears. Sitting up on the cold, cracked wood floor, I suddenly can’t remember a thing. Where am I? What am I doing here? Looking around the empty room, questions fly around inside my head. I see nothing, but white, dirty, cracked walls and a shattered window. Smoke. The smell of smoke stings in my nose. Fire, I think, smoke means that something is on fire. I glance out the window and directly my eyes get stuck on flames, bright red and yellow flames. I run outside onto the crowded street. Staring, I slowly turn around to look at the houses on my street. Crashed walls, shattered windows, and flames, is all I see.
“Please,” I whisper, hopefully praying to myself, “please let our house be the one that is still in one piece.” I turn back and look at our house. It’s on fire. I close my eyes and whisper “No please just let this be a dream, let all of

I don’t reply, and sit perfectly still. I hear more barks and shouting. There seems to be many of them, German soldiers. Suddenly, something stings in my nose and my eyes start to water. The boy seems to have spread out tiny black dots, but I can’t see it clearly. Pepper, I wonder to myself, but why, why would someone throw perfectly good pepper on the ground. Sudden movement makes me I glance at the boy and I am just about to tell him to stop moving, when I see what is moving, it is not the boy, it is a dog, a Nazi killer dog. I close my eyes and pray to God. Sneezing and loud barking interrupts my prayers and I hear the soldiers shout something in a foreign language, that I don’t understand, and march away. We stay frozen until we are sure that the Nazi soldiers are gone. As we get out of the hiding place I scrape my arm, once again on the very same pebble. Darn, I think to myself as I inspect the scratch that is on my elbow. Well, it is not that bad. I then remember the boy and look