Cries of agony issued from their once quiet village. The little girl added her tears to the growing melee. “Mommy?”, she whispered between cries. Reaching out her arms, she searched for the familiar touch of her mother. There was no familiar cotton dress. The scent of her was not there. Turning to her right, she felt nothing but dirt and rubble. Brother was not next to her as he had been just moments before. In that moment of great fear, her tears abandoned her. Silence within took over and she let go of all she had ever known. There was no other choice.
Outside of the photoshop that they had been visiting, destruction was everywhere. The bombs had razed the small town. Sounds of bombs echoed through the square and in the ears of its peoples. Nothing but the physical manifestation of the entire imbalance of all of mankind.
© Carol Campbell
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