Hate Prevails

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‘Do you know that Hamburg was nearly wiped out of the map during WWII?’

My parents were impressed. They had come from India to London, where I worked. I’d planned a short trip to Hamburg.

‘More than forty thousand died. They said that there was a tornado of fire that night.’

‘Why are humans so intent on killing each other?’ My mom asked.

‘Everything is rooted in hate. Killings happen when hate prevails,’ My father explained sagely.

A few teenagers, obviously drunk, passed us. One of them showed us the middle finger and spat, ‘Bloody Paki! Get out of our country!’

Written for the weekly Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. This week’s prompt is from Dale. Thank you, Rochelle & Dale.