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Rotting humanity

Doc, there's an emergency!

The breaking news flashes the brutal carnage. Images and voices float in my mind as I drive in manic speed to the hospital.

Of sirens blazing. Of toys and limbs lying scattered on a carpet of red and brown.

Oxygen! I scream. Pump, harder.

Doc, there's no pulse.

Shoulders slump.

I witness grief fuse into flames that rise up collectively at the mass funeral. The ashes fall lightly on me.

Will the stench of hate ever recede?

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Written for a prompt at

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  1. So tragic! A question that I ask myself constantly.

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  2. Isn't that so sad? How helpless we humans are in the face of such tragedies!

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    1. And, humans being the perpetrators of such heinous acts, there's a lot more to ponder!

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  3. Hope one day carnage/ violence is consigned to the dictionary and no-one googles these words.

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  4. How positively true. When will it all end? You did a fantastic job of increasing the tension from start to finish. Well done!

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    1. Thank you, Mel. Glad to know this piece worked for you :)

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  5. :( :( :(

    Hopefully, this will end some day.

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    1. Yes, indeed, Namy. Thanks for reading!

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  7. Tragic, indeed. Very well done. I liked the urgency in this; it made the whole thing seem particularly poignant.

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  8. Heartbreaking story. Hope there are more smiles than tears in the world soon.

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  9. The rising tension with such a small amount of space was executed beautifully. Great job!

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  10. The harsh reality!Wish there was a respite from the hatred, too.

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    1. Yes, I do hope for the same, Sara. Thanks for visiting :)

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  11. such a reality! well written, Uma.

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  12. gosh this is so powerful... and so touching. I hope this violence would end someday.

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    1. The violence ought to send, Raji!

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