memory keeper

This is not my story. I tell it, as if it was, so that you believe.You will not think that this is possible. That this could happen here. That one could survive.
I know.
Soon these will be the words of no one. I have heard this from one who survived but is no more. Some one eating peaches, someone like you.
Even now, this big tree grown from ash, this street, where the old street buckled. These houses where other houses crumbled. A flash of light and then, black rain. Shadows cast on walls and everyone turned to ghosts.