WORLD WAR 3 CATASTROPHE
My Grandad and I went walking in the park, discussing the possibilities of world war 3.
“What was the war like?” I asked.
“Frightening” He replied quietly.
“What will happen to us if there’s another war, Grandad?”
“I don’t know…” He answered.
Over my shoulder, I noticed two men carrying what I thought were sticks. As they got closer, I realized that they weren’t sticks. They were guns. They fired at us. We dashed behind a tree to shield ourselves from the bullets. Then a plane flew overhead, dropping bombs on the city bellow. The war had begun…
SINÉAD.
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