A quick pause to glance in the Travel Agent’s window.
“Ruins, always ruins,” his wife’s voice echoed in his head. “What’s wrong with a beach or a living city where I can shop? No, we visit ruins.”
She always said it with a smile and a laugh so he never took it as seriously as he now knew he should have.
A shriek caused him to sprint and take cover.
The Travel Agent’s window was blown out and the building set on fire.
“I didn’t take her to the ruins,” he thinks, “this time the ruins came to visit us.”
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Note – I love visiting ruins when I travel, but I hate the creation of new ruins! Shelling and bombing living cities is a grave crime against humanity…