I had only been back two days from my mission when the fighting on Earth began. True to their word, the terrorists had promised disruption; their plans were successful. They say staying positive is the best medicine, so I tried to laugh and smile my way through the devastation. But I couldn’t help clenching my fists tightly instead.
Agitated, I took a walk around the space station, watching one fire after another erupt on my planet. My face, dripping rivers of tears; my body, feeling a psychological episode start brewing. It was about to rip me apart, piece by piece.
I Write Her 
Gulp! I hope reality and fiction don’t collide. Amazing the different slants people have taken from this set of words.
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lol I think in our world right now fiction IS reality! I also enjoy the creativity I see from this weekly challenge, so wonderful how our minds think. :) Thanks!
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The character’s frustration drips off each word. The juxtaposition between the fires erupting on the planet and the psychological episode erupting in the speaker’s mind is haunting.
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<3 Thank you for your comment. That means a great deal to me, David.
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A very sad story, but excellent use of all the words.
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Yes, I imagine it’s tough to grapple being the last man or woman on Earth, and watching this devastation. Thanks for reading!
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You’re very welcome 💕
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Susi, you’ve caught my attention and imagination! I really want to know more!!
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lol Sorry, you know how these go, Val! ;) Thanks for reading!
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