“The tanks are coming! The enemies are surrounding us!” he screamed, dodging bullets from the machine guns spraying from all sides.
“Fatty! Quick! Hand me the grenade!”
Fatty, a large and tubby comrade, heaved his way behind a half-destroyed wall to hand over a loose one.
The boy lobbed it over and they both ducked as the explosion consumed its enemies with fiery flames.
Suddenly, sensing another enemy close by, their heads simultaneously swivelled and found an assassin, whose scope zoomed in on them.
Gotcha.
“Oei! What you doing? MOMMM!!!!!!!!”
“WHAAT?! She’s taking your picture! Smile, dammit!”
Taken south of Shangchuan Huiguan (商船会馆), Old Town
March 2010
* ‘Malchik’ is Russian for boy, and in this context, harks back to Athony Burgess’ “A Clockwork Orange“.
Svend
Nice story Sue Anne. It could easily have been me as young, however it would have been on a South Denmark farm fighting the Germans. A boy is a boy in any place or time.
/S
Sue Anne
They were a very creative pair. Almost comical to watch. Hate to have broken it up. That boy is actually hiding a toy machine gun in the back. Crafty child, wouldn’t let me photograph it.
Adam Daniel Mezei
The color saturation! Sue Anne! You did it again to us…amazing…