I stare out across the water at the skyscrapers lining the horizon. The sky is grey, echoing my feelings. What have we done? I don’t know whether to be proud anymore, or whether I should have regrets. Was this the right thing to do?
We parted ways immediately, not acknowledging one another. Procedure, we both knew. I shake my head, watching the buildings. I have to see it, have to watch what we have done.
And then it happens. From across the water, a loud blast reaches my ears. Was this the right thing, I wonder again, as I watch one of the government buildings explode.
FFfAW, Week of 05-31-2016
Photo prompt provided by Barbara Taylor