Have you ever seen stone rot away in seconds or dissolve like sugarlumps in boiling water? That was on the day the ceiling collapsed and the shadows of airships fell through the building’s cracked ribcage. I recall them drifting corpulently like boats seen from below the water. It seemed like we ran for hours after that, never fully escaping the shade.
The start of a short new piece (click here to read more) that I'm working on and thinking of submitting for this year's Creative Writing Competition/Anthology at London Met.
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