There was dancing, that day. People dropped what they were doing and danced in the streets. Nobody even cared who they were dancing with – old enmities were forgotten, new friendships forged.
It didn’t last long.
There was a flash in the sky, a blinding light that came so quickly that nobody had time to realise what it meant.
The people stopped dancing, and the shadows on the walls stopped too; forever frozen in a moment of false victory.
© Kari Fay