Her heart was pounding as she watched how he slowly lifted up the baby's duvet with the end of his shotgun. Suddenly, still in her sleep, her daughter smiled, and within the next moment she could see how a smile also spread on the soldier's face, and he quickly let the duvet down and shouted at her, trying to look strict: "off you go, lady!"
She hurried around the corner, and started to ran with the stroller until she reached the house where she was quickly let in and as she was still trying to catch her breath, she carefully lifted up her little daughter, sank down in a chair and rocked back and forth as tears were rolling down her chin.
The others lifted up the mattress in the stroller, and sent her a glance of gratitude as they took out the books and the documents that had been hidden underneath: "these will mean a lot for the movement, thank you."
They smiled, and she smiled back at them before her eyes returned to her daughter, and a feeling of relief and hope came over her: if only it was enough, and that her child would be able to grow up in a free country.
She sighed and closed her eyes while the little face of the future revealed yet another peaceful smile.
I am participating in a fun festival of words this week, and you can too:-) This post is written for The Write Tribe Festival Of Words. Day 1, 2 March: 9 - Sentence Fiction