Three lines to caption Sonya’s photo prompt
Photo ©Moritz Schmidt
They lie so still, draped over the kerb, arms outflung or curled around leaking life.
Smoke and sirens, weeping and wailing, and the numbness of horror follow the echoes of the explosion.
Wherever they are, those still, draped, once warm, living people, the roaring has ceased, and quiet has fallen.