Rosie the Riveter

Rosie the Riveter
Rosie The Riveter

Friday 13 May 2011

Description

I was told to write a short piece about a small explosion, and the sights, sounds, smells etc. Unfortunately, what came out of my pen wasn't exactly that.
I based this on Hiroshima and the stories which have been told about it.

The fireball erupted in front of my eyes. I could feel the searing heat tearing through my flesh. I could tell it must have happened miles away, yet the cloud of smoke flew up towards the stars. My world went silent; i could see people running, screaming, but i could not hear them. The blast had deafened me. It started as a slow rumble, getting closer, then BAM! the shock wave hit me. The noise burned through my ears, bursting one of my eardrums. As i stood there, staring, another explosion went off. It must have been closer, only about a mile away. It wasn't as strong as the first, but it still managed to knock me onto my back. As i sat upright again, head spinning, it became clear what had happened. My hearing started to come back; I could hear people shouting, babies crying. I took one last look at the lingering cloud of smoke, and turned away and ran.