CONCERT
They spent hours getting ready,
filling her bedroom with perfume, laughter and excitement. Sophie borrowed my
purple earrings.
Chloe’s dad dropped them off, their
precious concert tickets tucked into tiny handbags, mobile phones as fully
charged as our girls. They promised not to get separated, not to drink, not to
take drugs – all the usual things parents worry about.
Later, I waited outside as instructed
– apparently it’s embarrassing being met. I’d been there ten minutes when the
bomb went off, and the world was nothing but blood, nails and screams.
I only recognised Sophie by her
purple earrings.
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Looking at J Hardy Carroll's photograph of devastation, I could only write about this week's dreadful happenings in Manchester. How other writers interpreted the image can be found by following the link from https://rochellewisoff.com/
ps. if you would like to read another of my stories, I'm on p68 of Visual Verse at http://visualverse.org/
ps. if you would like to read another of my stories, I'm on p68 of Visual Verse at http://visualverse.org/
