7th June 2019 - 15 Minute Fiction Friday
It might even have been beautiful, had he not known that it would only bring the end, of everything.
First a blinding green light, that first indication of damnation distracting them from their bliss, rising steadily upwards, the explosion interacting with the atmosphere.
Risking the removal of their protective hand cover, their eyes momentarily fixed upon it, awed, until the boom, shaking ground and sky alike, transported the echoes of dying workers with the foul breeze.
He knew there was no point running; the tornado had formed, their experiment had failed. Death made their way towards them, swirling, without mercy.