With the anniversary of the atom bomb attacks of 1945 having just passed, it is worth taking a moment to see them from the innocents who suffered from them.
A siren pierces my ears. Planes zip above my head.
I run, zigzagging, hiding behind trees.
A loud explosion stops me. I turn around and see a bright ray penetrate the sky.
Then, I hear the sound of rumble. Houses, buildings, and poles crumble down onto earth, leaving me in darkness.
Without being able to see, I start to hear voices. Cries and whimpers. “Help me.” “It hurts.”
People begin to emerge from behind the thick curtain of dust and smoke. Some have pieces of glass stuck in them, bleeding. Others have their torn and blood-red flesh hanging from their bodies.
Many lie asking for water. Once they finish gulping water, they expire.
Hospitals and infrastructure are gone, and deceased and injured converge. I cannot even recognize some, and numbness takes over.
When dusk comes on, I see the town drowned in red flame, which wouldn’t cease for nights and…
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Powerful, isn’t it? I too reblogged this…I want the world to see it. Thank you for doing the same.