The Bombings (Flash Fiction)


It started one fine night while everyone was asleep. Nobody knew that on earth was happening as there were no reason for people to be playing with fireworks at that time, especially it wasn’t a “celebratory season”. It wasn’t until a row of houses was annihilated  in a second that people realised someone was dropping bombs. It stopped after half an hour and what nobody could understand was the next morning, it seemed like nothing happened. All the houses looked fine, roads and clean and trees are as green as ever. However, there were nobody in those houses nor on the streets. Everyone prayed hard that day so that night-time won’t arrive.


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