The Day The Bomb Dropped

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The Day The Bomb Dropped The Day The Bomb Dropped

Short Story by: Dustwind13

Genre: Literary Fiction

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Short Story by: Dustwind13

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Genre: Literary Fiction

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Summary

A man sits watching children play outside, until the beauty takes a fall.

Summary

A man sits watching children play outside, until the beauty takes a fall.

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Submitted: December 14, 2012

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I sit here, staring out the window awe-stuck by the huge, mushroom-topped clouds that set in from the bombs.  As I stared, I found myself unable to stop staring from person to person as they were incinerated by the sheer heat emanating from the decimated rubble of the building that was hit.  I began to if this was all a dream, I decided to try and sleep off this nightmare. I awoke, too horrified to look out the window, I rushed downstairs to my coat.  I dawned the heavy brown leather, and rushed outside, I began to walk down the street as it started to snow.  The cold began to relive me, only for a second, I saw the shadows charred into the walls.  The corpses lining the street, and the obliterated office that the bomb.  As it all closed in on me, I wondered, is this snow, or is it ash.


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