Welcome back to Weekend Writing Warriors and Snippet Sunday, weekly Sunday hops where writers share 8–10 sentences from a book or WIP. This week’s snippet immediately follows last week’s, which closed with 18-year-old Adalbert asking their friend Emánuel if he has any fancy psychological mumbo-jumbo to explain their situation now and saying he has to crack sometime.
Memorial to 200 Hungarian victims of a death march, Copyright Haeferl
“Mani’s not here,” Ágoston said. “I say good riddance. I hope he stays far away from us from now on.”
Kálmán looked around, his heart racing faster and faster as he failed to find Emánuel anywhere. Adrián had also disappeared.
“Why didn’t you tell us! We could’ve already buried both of them, and didn’t get a chance to say our goodbyes!”
Adalbert grunted. “I grew to hate both of them. It’s every man for himself now, and long past the time when we could’ve carried on like normal human beings.”