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The Aftermath

It had been six weeks since the bombings in London, six long weeks that felt more like a lifetime.

Everything had changed, everything.

Nothing would be the same again, nothing.

What had her life been like before?

How had everyone gone back to their routines?

No one understood, how could they?

If only she had missed that tube, she had even ran for it, frightened that she would be late for work again.

Trivial it seemed now, worrying about work, if only that were all she needed to worry about.

All these thoughts swirling in her head.

Haunting, haunting.

That is what her life had become, one long, sleepless nightmare.

Bad dreams, is this her minds way of making sense of the bad memories?

Soot covered faces.

Bloody faces.

Limbless torsos.

Get me out of here.

Please, get me out of here.

Bodies everywhere.

Screaming, deafening screaming.

Silence, deafening silence.

She would never forget, never.

How could she?

She was a prisoner of her own memories.

A life sentence with no time off for good behaviour, life would truly mean life.

That morning, that terrifying morning had ended her life as she had known it.

Everything had changed, everything.

Nothing would be the same again, nothing.

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2 thoughts on “The Aftermath

  1. poignant and so true. I was looking at my fellow passengers for weeks afterwards, sizing them up and down. Could they be…? So horrific what it did to a whole city

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