Red

So I finally tried my hand at writing short stories. It's nothing great, but it's a start. And considering I have blog, it'll be only fair if I become active now. So from now on, I'm going to try and write as much as I can. Hope you like this though c:

It happened when I was five years old I guess. I was holding my father's hand and walking. My mother and sister were walking behind us. They always walked like 10 miles behind my father and me. 

There was so much life all around, so much colour, so many smiling faces. I remember that day very clearly, surprising, because I was just five. Not an age one particularly remembers. But, I was just so happy. 

The crowd was walking towards the music and we were walking along with the crowd. Everybody sounded so excited. Just in front of me a man picked up his daughter and put her on his shoulders while they walked. I asked my father to do the same. After a lot of convincing and whining, my father finally picked me up and made me sit on his shoulders. The height scared me a little but it was exciting. The view from up there was so beautiful. The colours seemed even brighter. The people even more excited. I started noticing things, noticing people, noticing children. Just then I saw a man, a man covered in black. I remember noticing his eyes, they seemed sad. He was walking really fast and while he was walking he dropped off a bag. I watched him until he kept walking and left from one of the side gates. I wanted to shout to tell the man that he'd forgotten his bag. I looked down and started calling out to my father who was busy looking ahead. Just then I heard a loud noise. My father pulled me down. All the colours disappeared. Pink, green, blue, purple, white, they all turned to red. The laughter turned to loud shrieks. The smiles turned upside down. Everything changed. I turned around to find my mother and sister but all I could see were people running. I shouted, I cried but nothing. My father picked me up again and carried me while he shouted and shrieked. But nothing. No reply. We ran all around. We ran toward the gate. But no familiar face. We waited there for around two hours. Men dressed in brownish uniforms carrying, what looked like guns were all around now. 

Still no familiar face. 

I remember that day very clearly, surprising, because I was just five. I was just so happy. But then, everything changed.