Keep together
At all costs
“Form fives!”
Not lose him
Not to be left alone
My hand shifted
Officer put his revolver back into its holster
Old man fell to the ground
Forever
I walked on with my father
Mother was stroking my sister’s fair hair
Disappearing into the distance
Holding hands
A glimpse
Moving away to the right
Alone
The pressure of my father’s hand
No time to think
Parted from my mother
Simple words
Without emotion
Eight short simple words
“Men to the left! Women to the right!”
Truncheon in his hand
Held his tommy gun
Left behind
Cherished objects