Air sirens went off again for the fifth time this week. I’ve met others while scavenging. We don’t talk much, we trade a little and then go our separate ways. When the first bomb dropped, I was prepping
the cabin while the family stayed home. They’re gone now.
I found a perfect package of Jiffy Pop, built a small fire in front of city hall. Bombs dropped in the distance like exploding lightning.
So buttery, so delicious as the bomb- fire expanded eating the horizon. Screams rise and fall. But I’m here for another day, might as well enjoy it.
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