Rain poured down on an empty street full of empty shadows and silent winds; blowing across disused ways. Before the war, before everything…. Maybe things were better this way. The rain had washed away all the dirt, grime and by-products of a busy city. The rusty stains on the cobbles hadn't faded though. The blood had soaked in and stained the stone to its core, something no amount of water or time could wash away.
At the end tears had fallen like the rain was falling now, falling on the streets like the freshly spilled blood. Salt and iron running down the suddenly silent street in swirls and patterns, a small piece of beauty after mayhem and horror. No-one was left and everything that had once belonged and had meaning now sat gathering dust in corners and on surfaces. There had been no time to run, no point in trying to escape. It had happened so quickly, barely with any time for the breathless screams
Slow winds blowing along shady streets, lost lives never to be played again
The rain poured down on an empty street full of empty shadows and silent winds; blowing across disused ways. Before the war, before everything... maybe things were better this way. The rain had washed away all the dirt, grime and byproducts of a busy city. The rusty stains on the cobbles hadn't faded though. The blood had soaked in and stained the stone to its core. Something no amount of water or time could wash away.
At the ens tears had fallen like the rain falling now, fallen on the streets, mixing with the freshly spilled blood. Salt and iron running down the suddenly silent streets in swirls and patterns. A small piece of beauty after mayhem and horror
No-one was left and everything that had once belonged or had meaning just sat gathering dust in corners and and on surfaces. There had been no time to run; no point in trying to escape. It had happened so quickly, almost silently; apart from those last few moment which ad been so full of noise and pandemonium.