Trailer 4 – The white ribbon

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For a long time afterwards, we didn’t understand  and much later when it  began to make some sense, it was  all too late – we were all caught up in the madness then.

it was all too easy to pretend that summer never happened and in any case, the hay that we brought in was the last.

Our next harvest was far more bitter fruit.

those deaths were as nothing when in far away fields our boys fell

“does everybody die?”


“and what is dieing?”

“death is when you are no longer alive”

Random senseless violence became our everyday currency.

Sometimes, late at night, we would talk, quietly, still fearful of being over-heard, we remembered what had happened, the fire, the doctors’ horse, the blinded child moaning in his bed.

We remembered our fear, the way they looked at us, as they gathered  in groups, always in groups.
Their eyes  slid away from us, daring us to name the crime, to point the finger at the criminals, but we did nothing, said nothing, even managed to imagine nothing.

We kept our faces blank, looked away, battened down our consciences, asked no questions, told no lies.

And later, much later, we realised how well they had trained us, that summer a preparation for another time when we would learn to look away again.

“and does everybody die?”




About cathi rae

50ish teacher & aspiring writer and parent of a stroppy teenager and carer for a confused bedlington terrier and a small selection of horses who fail to shar emy dressage ambitions. Interested in contemporary fiction but find myself returning to PG Wodehouse when the chips are down View all posts by cathi rae

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