Maneuvering around the dead and debris, I trudge along with other survivors; everyone is silent, bloodshot eyes are vacant.
Cars that carry officials in uniforms speed by, enclosing us in the dust of confusion.
Soon, the reconstruction will begin.
For Three Line Tales – Week 288.
What does nelkumi think? 
So much story in so few words.
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Thank you, Ms. Linda.
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Ominous last line.
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Indeed.
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Love the phrase “dust of confusion”
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Happy to know it worked. Thank you.
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