The usual Sunday shelling had finally stopped, the merchants appearing like magic with their brooms and dustpans to sweep up the rubble and broken glass. Not that there was much left of the latter–the first casualty of war may be truth, but the second is surely windows.
We strolled through the square and almost tripped over an unexploded 105mm shell smoking in its crater. Wordlessly, Chaim snatched me by the collar and ran us toward the massive stone archway, the heat of the explosion lifting us and propelling us forward until we reached the safety of the archway.
Wonderfully visual, especially the explosion. And now I know there’s no need to be offended by never getting a comment from Double Dick Move 😉
Incredibly atmospheric.
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Wonder how often this happens in war zones.. well done!
Great job on building the suspense!
Nicely written. I loved the line “the first casualty of war may be truth, but the second is surely windows.”
Holy Moly! That was a close call. Loved it! :o)
WOW and quick thinking saved the day! Nan
Very well told. I especially liked the line “the first casualty of war may be truth, but the second is surely windows” it says so much. Love the tense ending being pushed along by the concussion of the blast. Been there, it’s terrifying.
An all too vivid tale of the City of David plagued by terrorism.
Well done. Great description that places the reader in the middle of the story.
Well done, great descriptions, we were there.
An enjoyable read, reminding me how war is never far away, and violence is always closer at hand than we realise.