Blinding, brilliant, burning light, a new star born, it left shadows, set in stone.
The world ablaze, the flames had caught.
The world ablaze, a graveyard without standing stones.
The little boy fell, burning bright.
It burned.
Written for this week’s Trifecta Writing Challenge.
chris white writes 
Wow. Pretty intense.
Thank you!
Amazing and touching. It was a horrible day in history.
It was indeed. The stories of the nijū hibakusha (double survivours) are particularly horrifying – fled Hiroshima for Nagasaki, only to be bombed again.
I can feel the intensity of the heat.
I cannot even begin to imagine the terror. How could Truman have rested after making that decision. I suppose the stacks of letters sent to soldiers killed or maimed on the battlefield balanced it out.
It had to be done. And probably saved lives in the end, even if they’d stuck to fire bombings (like the ones that hit Tokyo) the death toll would’ve been much higher. And that’s before the necessary ground invasion…
Oh wow. This is great writing.
Thank you!
“A graveyard without standing stones” is a great line.
Thanks, it was such a forceful day, and those are the images that are burned in my brain.
The world as a graveyard, yes.
Terrific, intense piece, Chris.
Thanks Kymm!