19 March 2021 - 15 Minute Fiction Friday
She remembered a time when moonlight as bright as this had glistened down upon a calm end-of-Spring river, amid a backdrop of vibrant, laughing crowds revelling in the cool evening air. Now though, that same beautiful moonlight glow illuminated hell.
Smoke and flame rose from every direction as crowds battled, fighting over bodies of the dead to reach the bridge and earn their chance.
Below her, men and women clambered for safety from the gunfight, throwing themselves into the Thames, struggling for air as they battled the current and the lifeless bodies bobbing motionless in their path.