Paris. A sunny day, beautiful. A park. Two girls, a boy. Two teens, a child. Antonie Nguyen, Michelle Cerf, Kiet Nguyen. Swings, laughs. Plans for the future, stolen kisses. Walking, watching. It hits.
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Shaking, cracking. Earthquake. The earth falls apart. Buildings, gone. Screams, and crunching. Blood, blood, blood. Nothing. Then.
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A cloud. Rising up. Bigger than the tower, bigger than the Louve, bigger than the Arc.
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Bodies, rivers. Trampled, drowned.
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Nuclear.
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Stumbling through the rubble, desperate cries, shouts, names. A child. Kiet. Where? Digging, crying, finding. Blood, covering everything. Bodies. Family. Weight in arms, running, names, yells. Where is she?
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Antonie. She's gone. Gone. Gone. Gone. Gone. Gone. Gone.
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Dust on skin. Burning. Eyes burn. Throat burns. Hands burn. Shield child.
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Gone.
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Aftershock.
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Rubble collapses, streets collapse
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Don’t fall. Don’t fall. Don’t fall. Don’t fall.
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