The Prefectural Industrial Promotion Hall
Travelers Growing
Burnt and torn clothing, a mangled rusted tricycle, a person’s shadow burnt into concrete, a broken watch displaying 8:15. Now the young couple stood before a shattered, domed building propped up on a modern steel skeleton.
Over the humid summer scream of a thousand giant Asian cicadas they yelled to be heard in this oh so beautiful place.
“It had to be done.” She would rather have whispered it.
He looked at the nearby T-shaped road bridge. He could no longer be so sure.
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Thank you for sharing ❤️💯❗
Just like Donna, I had to Google it too. This was just so sad. Thank you for writing this story!
Roy, this is heart breaking and beautiful! You paint such a vivid picture, I'm not totally familiar with this event in time. (History is really not my thing) But after a quick google I think I understand it better, you did this event justice! Well done!
A terrible time that I pray we never return too. 🥲🥰
This line right here "they yelled to be heard in this oh so beautiful place," gave me pause. Also, the last line did the same. Very well done.