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.
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.
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.
That too close to home since towns near us were recently devastated by tornados! Still, it was a beautiful concept. 😉
I really like the juxtaposition here.