Passerby’s would marvel at the beauty of the placid lake, a monochromatic postcard or perhaps a scene from a film noir.
But to the locals she and the now shut factory that had spewed its venom into her belly were the demon that had brought only sickness, deformity and death to their doorsteps.
Yes, she was hauntingly beautiful, like a cemetery, like the River Styx.
Written for Sonya’s Three Line Tales with photo by Sean Tan via Unsplash
A very nice juxtaposition. I never would have thought of the river Styx as beautiful.
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Thank you
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Well done! Beauty is not always truly beauty….the tragedy lies behind the scene. Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder….but that can mean different things to different people.
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Thank you and very rightly put.
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pollution makes mother nature cry so much – love the awareness this creates
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This is a call to arms in protecting our environment – lovely …
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thanks
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