survivor's guilt.A Chapter by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)She watched her world crumble around her, dumbstruck with the realisation that she remained essentially unscathed. Everything... Everything was decimated, broken, destroyed. Except for her. She watched a scattering of debris remnants drift through the air before her with a dazed detachment. Lily heard not a murmur, not a sound. The normal susurration of a world about its business has ceased. There was no hum of traffic, no half-heard din of voices giving the ages old thrum of query and response. There was only her, and a distant rumble of settling rubble. Lily imagined it as the rheumatoid grumblings of an insomniac old man, readying himself for the late night Quincy rerun. "Is this a sign of what's to come?", she wondered, "Will I slowly be reduced to a series of flashback vignettes from a world no one else will ever know?" Dismal thought, that. How cliché. Rod Serling would be proud. © 2011 jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)Reviews
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2 Reviews Added on March 22, 2011 Last Updated on March 25, 2011 Authorjenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)Vancouver, BC, CanadaAboutPlayful and eager to explore new styles of writing, and to hone my skills. i'm reaching a point now where i can write a poem and be able to say that it is something i really like. I'm an avid reader, .. more..Writing
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