I wrote this 11 months ago, before I really knew the word ISIS. Watching the news about Kayla Mueller I thought of this story again.
There was a shrieking sound of the sky opening up followed by a low, subterranean thud. The room shook, a snow of dust gently floated down from the ceiling. We looked at each other. We didn’t understand. We didn’t want to understand.
There was another ripping sound, this time louder. The explosion was deafening. Our few remaining windows were blown out and this time we were pelted by a hail of ceiling plaster. Through the choking dust we gathered and found a few nasty injuries caused by the flying glass. Nothing serious or life threatening, but it was still pretty awful. We left our rooms and headed downstairs.
We could no longer deny the truth. Our city was being shelled
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