A Short Story About Nuclear War


“Mommy, look! A falling star!”, the child yelled, and pointed. There was a burning line in the sky, splitting into a claw-shape.
The mother enfolded her child in her arms, hugging her tightly to her breast, “Oh, sweetie. Close your eyes and make a wish.” She turned her back on the falling suns and breathed deeply of the warm smell of the child’s hair.

Comments

  1. says

    polishsalami@#2:
    I’m completely obsessed right now with a song on this topic, by Midnight Oil.

    That’s really unsettling. I need to listen to it more. Thanks for the reference.

  2. Desert Son, OM says

    Agree with errantmoon at #1: This hits like a thunderbolt. Bone-shaking power.

    Still learning,

    Robert

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