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FLASH FICTION PROMPT
“It’s going to blow, get down!”
“The floors?”
“The generator!”
“Get down! Everyone get down!” The supervisor’s bellow had all hands on the floor, scrabbling to bury themselves under the thick, protective work tables. “Cover your head and breath through your masks!” He called out.
A few answering coughs were heard.
Feet ran.
Hands scrambled.
Bodies curled to the ground.
The ground rumbled.
Something shook loose from the ceiling and the first explosion sounded out.
(c) Sara Harricharan