Hero Worship… cont’d…

 

Author’s Note: I was so inspired by last week’s visit to the in Kanchanaburi War Cemetery , in Thailand presented to us by “What Pegman Saw” that I had to stay a bit longer there. While surfing pics from the cemetery, I came across a blank stone, and it fit perfectly for the continuation of yesterday’s story. So, indulge me a little, and if you’ve enjoyed this little story, then please, come out and enjoy some others at: https://whatpegmansaw.com/blog/ . Just follow the prompt tag to the little blue frog… your adventure awaits.

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Hero Worship, cont’d…

Behind her, Takarna heard the faint rasp of cloth against stone and looked up. She cocked her head slightly at the robed figure.

‘I was told I’d find you here.’ Senna spoke as he stepped closer.

‘How may I serve?’ She asked out of tradition.

‘He is the one, is he not?’ Senna gestured towards the stone.

Takarna ducked her head slightly in answer.

‘Would that I had had the opportunity to meet him. I would have liked to have thanked him for his service, and for saving your life. His service continues to be my greatest blessing.’ He allowed the corners of his mouth to raise slightly in a smile he reserved only for her.

‘I wanted to come before we left.’ She reluctantly admitted. ‘We may never…’

Senna held out his hands, encouraging her to grasp them. ‘It is more than understood.’

Together, they continued on. At each stone, they paused and prayed. Each time, he saw the face that went with the face within her mind. He knew her enforced role in the camps; knew firsthand the toll it had taken on her psyche. And so, he continued with her, lending his support.

It was hours after sunset when Takarna paused at the last small stone. It was a stone that bore no name; yet, bore them all. It was a stone to honor all the unknown and forever lost. It stood above the last sealed entrance to the Enclave Creche. Well below them lay the miles of collapsed tunnels and cryo-birth chambers. Chambers filled with thousands of dead embryos, infants, and children who would never be named. Here, she paused much longer, reluctant almost to say her final farewells.

Finally, with a heavy sigh, she squeezed Senna’s hand. ‘It is time.’

 

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