the screaming

A screaming comes across the sky.

Vibrations of the sound rattle everything below the atmosphere. Every creature feeling it’s energy.

The sun setting below the horizon casts brilliant colors of a citrus orange, soft coral and deep violet on the cloud trails it leaves behind.

Closer and closer evermore, the air splitting sound crescendos.

Traveling at unbelievable speeds, death is almost upon them.

All eyes are fixed above, in awe of the beauty, in shock of the reality, and petrified by fear.

A moment before the devastation, the scene depicts beloved children clutched in parent’s arms, lovers embracing, and tears sliding down the cheeks of close friends.

And an instant, in an explosion of incredible heat and blinding light, the place that was once was, is no longer.

Down in history, the town will not be known for the football team, the dainty shops downtown or the charming people.

Instead it will be known

for the missile.



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