I was sitting in my small home in Lockerbie. All was normal - my haggis on the table and the main road running smoothly. No roadworks or any other disruptions. The sky was calm; floss draping across Dumfreis and Galloway. The land was cold and my heating was frozen. My son was coming up from Lyme Regis for the holidays.
I heard the rumble of a plane. I saw the explosion. I saw the flames. I saw the crash. I ran...
Jake
In a very short story you manage to conjure up the tragedy of a historic disaster, making it a personal story of innocent victims. Great writing, Jake.
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