Year 1945, a little street in London. The allies had just won the War. Hitler had finally died, and the Jews were, at last, liberated. The celebrations were at their peak. Heart-touching sights of reunions filled the streets. A great gust of wind blew all over the city, as though mother nature herself sighed in relief.


    Little Tommy was confused. He did not get why they were celebrating. “A man with a moustache is dead. So what? People die every day.” He thought, as he picked up a piece of cake from the baker’s shop and hurriedly put it inside his shirt’s pocket. Just as he was about to step out of the shop, a hand caught the back of his shirt’s collar. He slowly turned his head to look into the very angry eyes of the baker.


    Mr. Smith''s day had started out as a good one. Since the celebrations began, his business had doubled up. For the past few days, his bakery was making more profit than it had in several generations. "But of course, this kind of happiness would''nt last for long." He thought, frustrated, as he spotted the little urchin stealing from his shop.


    “Why, Mr. Smith, you look dashing today!” Tommy tried to compliment with a nervous smile. “You rascal!” Mr. smith shouted, spit shooting out of his mouth “Give my cake back, and get out of my shop!” He let go off the collar and went to snatch the piece of cake, but he was too late. Little Tommy ran away from the shop, as fast as his little legs could carry him, with the piece of cake still in his pocket.This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.


    Captain Arthur Hubert felt rejuvenated. After two whole years, he was returning back to his family, to his mother and sister. "Would they even recognize me?" He mused. He was completely a changed man from the boy who enlisted, two years ago. His scars, both physical and mental weighed heavily on his mind. He had lost dear friends, brothers-in-arms. He had killed people, had almost been killed himself. A sudden push brought him out of his reverie and he saw an urchin, being chased by an angry baker. Curious, he followed.


    Tommy’s legs hurt, and he was too tired. He had thought that the baker would give up the chase, but he was very wrong. He hadn’t eaten even a crumb of bread since the last week, or was it the week before that? Either way, he was pretty sure, his body could''nt take it anymore. Just as he turned to look back, he bumped into a man, the cake in his pocket splattering all over the man’s coat.


    Mayor Landman was, like the rest of his countrymen, quite relieved. He was returning from a celebration party, after giving your typical speech about how all should be treated equally. However, his good mood soon turned into one of anger, as an urchin bumped into him, ruining his favourite coat, with the piece of cake, that he was sure the boy had stolen. "Don''t you have eyes boy?" He shouted, punching the child square in the face. "Let me give you a hand with that, Mr. Mayor," said the baker, who had finally caught up with the boy. And thus, they emptied up the years of pent up frustration and anger, on the little urchin before them.


    Captain Hubert arrived too late. He looked at the bruised and bloodied face of the boy, and felt a sense of failure he had never felt before.The mayor and the baker wiped their knuckles and went on their way. Little Tommy closed his little eyes. A great gust of wind blew all over the city, as mother nature sighed again.