“Look, fireworks!” His brother shouted before getting up from the window-seat and running for the door.
“Where are you going?” He asked. His brother pointed up. To the roof, their special spot to watch the fireworks. “I wonder what the occasion is tonight.” He said upon landing on the roof. His brother shrugged.
“What’s that?” He asked a few moments later, pointing at the red light in the distance.
“Do you hear that?” His brother asked. He concentrated and nodded. Screaming. Why are people screaming horrifying? Everything made sense as red sparks exploded. Bombs but it was too late.
Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less, based on the picture above.