Getting Home (Flash)

Summer was just on the edge of that last cold breath gifted to us by a winter desperate not to leave and a spring utterly confused as to where its loyalties belonged. I didn’t understand what was happening.

I’m not an idiot. I knew what just not why. The rush of wind. The absolute silence apart from the torrential rush that made me feel like I was helmetless on a motorcycle. The unmistakable cloud rising up from the city.

But why?

There were rumors of the march to war. Yet we’d heard the same...