It was a cool summer evening. I was watching the butterflies. Or perhaps
they were moths. I could hear the
peepers calling through the night.
But then the sky turned orange, like a
sugary sorbet. All our eyes looked
up. Its ghastly glow cast shadows across
our faces.
“Fireworks!” Someone was clapping.
But the light did not fade; it burned
through the sky, eating our air. And
then it fell. Fell on the city. Engulfed
it in flames. We watched with terror as
the skyline melted to the ground.
Eyes wide.
Mouths open.
Utter silence.
The ash began to fall.
Wow...... The imagery is so strong here I can almost hear the peepers at the beginning and as it turns to horror, the mood shift is really tangible. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Rae. Excellent mood shift.
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