Hidden bombs exploded, shattering the organized chaos of the early morning rush hour.
Hidden bombs exploded, shattering the organized chaos of the early morning rush hour. Screams pierced the air. Souls were ripped from bodies.
The guardian angels were in a panic. Their “helping hands” method of protection was torn asunder. They glided among the dead, searching for their charges. Peace over-lapped in waves as they tried to soothe and calm the bedlam of lost souls searching for their bodies. Souls trying to re-enter their stolen lives. Slowly, the angels gained control, calming the waves of desperation. Their voices joining the chant of “Why, God?”
Not even God knew the answer.
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Nice job, Sandra! So short!
Very fitting for our time without being obvious and tied to 9/11; concise, descriptive and moving in only a few words. Great job, excellent work
Wow, I really loved this one Sandra! What a powerful concept. The image really came alive for me.
Thanks for the kind words everyone.
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Drabbly goodness. Very nice, Sandra. I liked this one.