As part of my creative writing module this term, we were asked to go to a museum and take inspiration to write a piece of flash fiction, an exact 50 words story. This was inspired by a replica of a bomb shelter from the second world war.
The leftovers
In a cold and twisted heap, it stank of decisions of
powerful men. The metal with its black scars ripped through the onlookers. Sour understanding the haven from the shells, the unpredictable rain, was never protection
but an unmarked grave for those who lack the simplicity of luck and fortune.
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