PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier Deria
Yesterday, the calm of a busy harbor marina. Smooth, blue water. Small boats, big ships, Industry, pleasure, business and play all unaware that a change was coming.
Today: The air, still calm, doesn’t give fair warning. In fact, there was very little warning of any kind. Only those who happened to be looking out to sea noticed a strange new line of darker blue on the horizon, growing higher and moving faster as it rolled toward their peaceful bay.
So terrifying, so relentless. So careless of anything in its path.
And afterward? Calm, and sorrow.