100 Word Challenge Week #34

Before the war, I lived similar to a daffodil. Swaying in the subtle breeze without a worry in my mind. I would admire the huge variety of nature and wildlife. Then gradually the minor sprinkled rainfalls transformed into constant vicious hurricanes. During the battle warplanes soared overhead dropping bombs on innocent civilians. Today I acknowledge the pink sunsets that have changed to black soulless nights in reality. The people tried to evacuate across the overpass, as it collapsed. Memorial took place all throughout England, for it's people and historical bridge. People will remember this day as it was the evening the London bridge fell down.