The young girl blinked and giggled, the sparkling dots swimming in her gaze as she kicked her feet in the air. The fluttering lights danced and circled the branches around her, bathing her face in warmth as dew soaked through her dress. She didn’t care about the dress. She didn’t care about the angry shouts of her parents. She didn’t even care about the sirens, the flames or the screams as the atom bomb flared in the distance, turning all to ash. She was with her friends at the bottom of her garden and they would always keep her safe,…
(c) Tim Austin 2016
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