I walked home, looking behind me to chek that I wasn't being followed. The bitter cold seeped through my gloves, leaving my fingers frozen. I saw the cute looking little cottage, sorounded by not so cute trees and scenery. I walked to the threshold and knocked on the door. My mother answered "who is it?".
I answered back "its me mum".
"Oh, come in".
I stepped through the door. Dinner had been served. It was a watery vegatable soup. As I ate, I pondered whether or not to ask the qeustion that had been in my head for days. Finaly I put my spoon down and asked "Mum, how did the war start?"My mother paused, Then went on to say"well you see, The russians and the US  had a big arsonel of bombs. They didn't use them them for fear that they would retaliate and that a nuclear war would start. Eventualy russia did, striking a critical blow. Your Father..." Mum puased with a sob. "your father died in that explosion".
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Mum answered it and a man with a thick russian accent said: "you are under arrest for treoson".


                                          To be continued....