Those salty traitors stung my pupils as I looked at the devastation all around.

The voices of self-reproach were getting louder in my head.

How I wished I had let them do it. How I wished I hadn't done everything.

My eyes took in the enormous piles of disarray lying about.

The messy room sniggered.


This is written in response to Write Tribe's 55 on Friday

The prompt for this Friday was 

how I wished

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