Writing Prompts Day 23

Day 23 of the daily prompts:

Spill

The metallic tone shone in the thick liquid spilled all over the ground. The colors of all the rainbows in the oil were beautifully horrific. The black gold, as they say, seeped into the ground. All I could do was stare, transfixed by the accident that poisoned the land under my feet.

Around me, people ran to get shovels to stop the flow to the water canal and there to the river and the sea. Why was life such a beautiful disaster? Why did it never come...