Archith Seshadri The Great Annihilation* Archith Seshadri

The Great Annihilation

Archith Seshardri

The air smelled of suspicion, yet nobody dared to acknowledge. The inability to take action, Or oblivious is what they called it. But before the rumbling commenced, there was a slight detail. One that even me, a little japanese boy could unveil. I stared through the window expecting hell to unleash. Instead a crescendo, emanating anything but peace. The foor started to shake, the walls thundered with power. With a force that would make, any mortal being cower Cracks in the foor spread, dust rose from the ground. An explosion sounded from above, unleashing a deafening sound.

My father came to me, anxiety enveloped his face. As we felt the earth, shift out of place. We stared in each others eyes, knowing it may be our last time together. The roof then subdued to the force, and we were trapped there forever.

My father was still, his body lifeless and at peace. Tears streamed from my eyes,

hoping the trouble would cease. I slowly crawled along, my head drooping to the foor. The truth overwhelming me, like no force had done before. A man walked up to me, his clothes enveloped in dust. His glasses cracked on both sides, a man I could entrust. He saw my sorrow. “Are you okay?” he said “My family is gone,” I replied. “And Hiroshima is dead.”