The lights went out.Heartbeats fastened.Breathing quickened.The bunker shook and dust crumbled from the ceiling.Families clutched at each other.Faces white and alight with fear.A child was shrieking screaming calling for their mother and father.But there was nothing they could do.The bombing hadn’t stopped for hours.Sometimes it would stop and relief would start to seep through.But more violent shakes would crush any sense of hope.
Hours later the violence stopped.Families sobbing for lost ones.Their worlds would never quite be the same again.There would always be a fragment of their life lost amongst the burning flames.Nobody would ever quite forget the death and destruction.Tentatively the warden opened the door.Unlocking the many locks and hatches that spread over the door.
“A reminder that our town is still united”.The warden paused allowing the drama to spread.”Our town will carry on,and RISE from the dust,but it will never be the same.”The door opens and the warden ascends the grey,bleak concrete steps.Families clutching at their belongings.The long rise to freedom awaiting at the top.
No comments:
Post a Comment