It was four months ago when the last of the explosions rocked my family's small shelter. The dust had hardly settled before it was all over. Our family had just made it into the shelter in time to avoid the nuclear blasts, almost burning at our backs as we hurried through the airlock and into the underground home. Unfortunately, my father was working overtim Welcome to my second ever story, inspired by Swallows! I thank them for letting me play around with their concept.
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His words were cut short by the sight of his mother appearing from the top of the steps. They sparkled like the brightest of emeralds, full of life, love, and internal youth. He loved the way it looked on her, even if he did feel it was a little too revealing. It was virgin white with sparkling silk roses sewn deep into the fabric, causing it to shimmer in even the dimmest of lights.