This is a true story. My dear friend M. told this to me one day in the office, at lunch time, and it has been haunting me since. Thank you M. for giving me permission to share.
A micro narration in a minute or so.

TRANSCRIPT
The soldiers came at lunchtime.
My mother was preparing soup. It all happened so fast. She didn’t have the time to turn off the stove. We were terrified. We ran from the back door, just like that, as we were.
The journey was... we survived. Now we live in a different country, we were lucky, we are safe. And yet, still now, after all these years, sometimes catch my mother staring into the emptiness, and I know what is going on. I know. She looks at me and asks, I wonder whether they turned the stove off, I wonder whatever happened to that soup.