It had been 17 months since the asteroid struck and finally the sun had returned.
Miraculously shapes of other people materialized in the dusty sunlit haze as a small bird took flight into the sky soaring high above us. Survivors.
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Yellow pinpricks dotted the dark oppressive shroud above. Spears of sunlight pierced the choking dusty air, creating dancing patterns on the black dead earth. Pale, emaciated, but alive, we gripped each others hands and just stared in awe as the light broke through. I grinned uncontrollably, whilst beside me my son and daughter both laughed and wept uncontrollably.
It had been 17 months since the asteroid struck and finally the sun had returned. Miraculously shapes of other people materialized in the dusty sunlit haze as a small bird took flight into the sky soaring high above us. Survivors.
Russell Conover
12/12/2016 08:34:03 pm
I love the vivid imagery and the positive sense of rebirth in your story, Ian. Well done!
Sara
15/12/2016 07:29:22 pm
That is so true Russell conover
Sara
15/12/2016 07:28:42 pm
Wow that's so good mashallah
Ian Richards
21/12/2016 10:29:51 am
Thanks for the nice comments Comments are closed.
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