Bombs rain down indiscriminately as sirens pierce the evening air.
A city set ablaze as it crumbles to the ground.
Plumes of grey and purple smoke rise into the red dusk.
A mother and her child dance through the streets.
Arms outstretched as the ashen sky falls like confetti about them.
Choosing to join the dead than ever surrender.
GirlieOnTheEdge’s Six Sentence Stories #211.
Date: 2022-05-08 | Word: Confetti | Tags: #sixsentensestories
Photo Credits: Unknown | Photo Editing: Greg Glazebrook
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A very moving story Greg
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👏🏻 Very good, Greg.
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Nice description of the ashen sky falling like confetti.
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Well said, top to bottom.
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So vivid, so strong, so tragic. Excellent Six.💙💛
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Their strength in the face of disaster is to be admitred. Well done, Greg.
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Very powerful, Greg.
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Tragically right from current headlines, but written with boldness and heart.
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