The hurricane had reduced the school to rubble.
Amidst the chaos, Dionne chanced upon an intact spiderweb. It reminded her of cat’s cradle, a game she had played as a girl.
She snapped a picture of the web for her own collection, then continued documenting the disaster for tomorrow’s headline.
This story grew from the prompt words chaos, cradle, and school.
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I really like the juxtaposition here.
Something beautiful to hold on to in the midst of chaos. This reminds me of the line from the poem... I heard a bird sing in the dark of December, a beautiful thing and sweet to remember. Proof that life will return to normal. I like this story, I can relate.