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One afternoon

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In our two-room apartment, on the sixth floor of a gray building mercilessly being baked by an August afternoon, I heard it coming. Leaching through the thin windows, that rattled under the stress of sound and pressure, a battle cry crescendo: a roar that would bring with it terror and pain, fueling a constant, ever-present hate.

Closer and closer, in that instant I could sense it drawing near, that faint whistle trailing the imminent. It was then that I realized it was too late and in a great flash of sight and sound, I lost my mother and my arm.





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all that die in battle are not at war

Submitted to the *suture Drabble contest.

EDITS:
Removed first line and replaced with more descriptive text. (thanks =AngelaD and ~the-beastie)

-Rearranged some wording about the August Sun.

Plus more editing tips from ~GeneratingHype
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HaveTales-WillTell's avatar
That... was the perfect ending. Its matter-of-fact reporting gives rise to a gedankenspiel: is surviving worth it, if the cost is one's parent?

However: mercilessly? An '-ly' adverb; I for one am shocked by your blatant and transparent padding. For shame, sir. For shame. :disbelief: