Day Of Flame

Somewhere along the passing of time there was a modest town, inhabited by modest people. Not in any way was it wealthy people who lived there, nor did they experience a high degree of poverty, it really was just a normal town with normal people.

Their peaceful existence suddenly came to an end one day. It was rain season and people were thus gathered outside in the town-square, holding on to containers as a mean of refilling their storage of water. However, it was not rain that came drizzling down, it was liquid-fire. It was in a matter of minutes that the normal day became a day of flame. It was in a matter of minutes that expectant smiles turned to panic.

All that now remain of the town is lost dreams and ashes.

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