It was a typical
day. The same people
taking their daily walks and the
same children playing. Their smiles
precious, but unfortunately temporary.
A single plane hovered over and later a
second. No one gave them much thought
but the children who looked up in awe and
fascination. The planes gave… two objects.
Twisted gifts. One— later two— generously
given from a few "Fat Men" to many "Little
Boys"— a countless number they had
deemed deserved it... And they were
the first. The children noticed and
they pointed up as the “gifts” fell
to the earth. Unsuspecting,
their smiles remained.
Three. Two. One.
A blinding light
A still silence...
The world stopped.
Or at least their world did.
Their clocks stopped ticking and
individual names became mere
numbers that some took pride in.
After all, "the war was won, those
dead didn’t matter!" Even if their
shadows still haunt this earth.