Sanctuary

Today’s the last day she’d ever be here so she decided to stay a while longer than usual. No one ever bothers her in the attic. It was her hideaway – her sanctuary (a word he learned from Ma which means a safe place).

She watched the dust danced in the shafts of sunlight coming down from the dirty glass window. Beyond the dancing dust motes and the window was the open sky – a deep blue with thin strands of clouds and a large circle of light that is the sun. Then from the right she saw it. It was the first time she’d seen one. She sat up, gaped at it, as her eyes followed the rocket that traversed the deep blue sky. It flew soundlessly leaving behind a trail of white smoke.

Tomorrow she’d be in one.

Tomorrow they’d leave for a new sanctuary.