We glance above, Staring for a brief moment, the deafening whistle hurts our ears as a cloud of smoke emerges from the once high-rise but now just crumbs of debris. As we stride over rocks of all shapes and sizes we see objects rolling around. Stashes of yellow, blue, pink and green jewelry. We look around frantically searching people watching us. We were in the clear. We grab as much as we can stuffing it down our shirts and in our pockets everywhere we can.. They drool out creating a trail as we run away, further and further forever. This week we did another 100-word challenge on this photo
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