By Deliriousindc
We found his lifeless body tucked peacefully into his sleeping bag in the wooded section of the park he called home. A few hours before, ‘The Prophet’ had marched proudly up and down the sidewalk, his small brown body clothed in traditional Ethiopian robes too warm for our humid DC summers. He warned of the dangers from Russia and Syria, Biblical retribution, and the end of the world. Now his world had ended.
The sudden supernova of light and the screaming air raid sirens stunned us. From the culvert, we could see Capitol Hill was burning. Perhaps our world was next.
Nice one @Delirious—’sudden supernova’ ; tautological, yet aptly compounds the impression. I like culverts too 🙂
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An interesting theological twist on this historic day we all dread.
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The timing here creates even more tension. A couple of hours is really a very short time in the big picture. Nice!
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