Creative writing: Mines
It had been war but on Saturday morning the war had stopped and the beach down the road stretched enticingly in a gleam and glister of sand and gleaming sea. Deep holes in which the men and women of war had hid in for protection from gunfire and dropping bombs. It now laid silent sound of waves lapping the shore. I was eleven and old enough to be aloud out where ever I wanted to go with my friends.
Sean, Nick and I stood in our sandals with our eyes gazing at this watery paradise when to my fury I realized that my eight year old sister Sam had tagged along “Go away” I shouted
” You are not old enough to go out with me”
She looked smug “Dad’s gone into town and mum has left us so you have to look after me remember!”
I glared at her and pulled a face of pure sisterly hatred but Sean shrugged and said, “Are we going to the beach or what?”
To tell the truth in the first place we were scared to go on the beach even before Sam had showed up in all of her curvaceous glory. It wasn’t the fact that the whole beach had signs around it saying, “beware of mines keep out!”
But no one had exactly told us we weren’t aloud to go for a swim.
In one way or another we did not want our parents to no that we had gone down to the beach for a swim but it was the fact that there was no fence there to keep us out from the gorges archers of sand and miles of sea. I glanced at Sam again “Go away” I shouted
“Never”
“Well don’t blame me if you get hurt!”
After that we all ran throw off our sandals and jumped into the cool refreshing sea. We surfed the giant crashing waves out to sea leaving Sam sitting alone on the beach.
We wondered around the rocky floor of the cliffs and rock pools. We climbed up the cliffs, leaving a trail of falling rocks and mud we dumped off of the cliffs in to the sea and through stones at pesky Seagulls, We sat in rock pools and ate stale bread and drank bad water left over from the war.
Sam’s upset little face made us all feel a little bad inside.
We dared each other to climb over the most dangerous rocks and into some of biggest rock pools that you could have ever seen. We also dared each other to look inside the pockets of the dead soldiers that lay scattered and dead all over the rocks from men desperately trying to climb the giant cliffs to safety. Soaked and covered with sand we began to head towards home.
I than heard something that I will remember for the rest of my life I heard a giant explosion and me and my friends were knocked clean of are feet as we got up I felt a lot of pain I had bits of shrapnel shot into my legs and arms and stomach. Than Sean shouted “where’s Sam”
“I don’t know” I replied
“She’s your sister go and find her”
Than I heard her screaming for help. I was terrified I could not see anything there was too much smoke and dust from the explosion.
Than I saw it a trail of blood in the sand and only half my sister Sam, laying there she had lost half of 1 leg and the whole of the other leg. She was screaming to me “help help oh please help”
I shouted for help and only Sean had come because Nick had ran home in pain from the bomb. When Sean came we both had to pick her up Sean was also in a lot of pain from the mine Because he had broken his hand on the way down to the from the explosion we both pulled her up and carried her all the way home struggling trying to keep the blood from gushing from her legs.
By this time she had fallen unconscious we didn’t know if she was dead or not all that mattered to me was getting her to the hospital that had been set up during the war for injured soldiers. We finally got her there and there and the took her inside right away into another room we tried to follow but we were stopped and taken into an office to be treated ourselves.
Than two hours later my dad showed up he was pale and looked sick. He saw me and sat down and started to talk to me ” Your sister was very badly injured in the explosion” he said quietly
” I know,” I said
“Well she didn’t make it she bleed to death in surgery” He said very sadly
“I want you to show me were it happened and tell me everything” he said very sternly
My mouth was dry I couldn’t say a word I was to upset about the loss of my sister I just said very gently “ok”
I took him down to the beach and showed him were it had happened and told him everything that we did that day leaving out some of the stuff that he would have told me off about like playing with the left over guns.
He saw the blood and one of her legs with half of the mine wedged into it. His face turned wight and turned away from it and started to walk home.
