Sunday, June 9

Prompt Tuesday, Image-Seven, Bekkie Sanchez

bomb

Bekkie Sanchez

The End

Hat crammed onto my head I walk

the streets. Nowhere to go now we have failed

ourselves for the last time. Elbowing through dirty

crowds of lost souls, I trip over a warm groaning body.

Sweating and feeling not unlike a corpse myself

I contemplate the glaring truth; we are all

beyond help; finally I spy the

park! Amazingly it’s

quiet here. Most

seek the

churches.

On my

bench

I sit

alone.

I can

see

the

end

from here.

As I watch the mushroom cloud.