Earth shakes. The piercing noise of nearby screams rips through the night. In a flash, the darkness devours the light. Pitch-black is almost palpable. Air fills with the metallic smell of human destruction. Whispering shadows admonish the utmost importance of staying quiet. Terror sets back in to reclaim its rightful place.

Thirty years later and the flashbacks are still present as well as the night sweats. She turns off the television while news of war raging somewhere in the world continues.

“Nothing changes.”

She shudders as she leaves her night light on.

Andrea Damic: Amateur photographer and author of micro and flash fiction, Andrea Damic, born in Sarajevo, Bosnia and Herzegovina, lives in Sydney, Australia. She started writing from an early age, however life had different plans for her. She writes at night when everyone is asleep. Her words have been published or are forthcoming in 50-Word Stories, Paragraph Planet, The Dribble Drabble Review, 50 Give or Take (Vine Leaves Press) Anthology, Spillwords, The Piker Press, The Centifictionist, and elsewhere, with her art featuring or forthcoming in Door Is A Jar Magazine, Fusion Art’s Exhibitions, Verum Literary Press, and Rejection Letters. Andrea also writes poetry. Truth be told, she writes poetry mainly unsuccessfully, but honestly. One day she hopes to finish and publish her novel. You can find her on Twitter @DamicAndrea, and