I had to do a free writing project for the week. Based on this picture: Helen Frankenthaler's Flood
Flood
Looking at this picture I can practically hear the strangled cries of the stranded New Orleanians, as the ravaging hurricane ripped through the bowl-shaped city. My eyes prick with the thought of the many innocent people reduced to such low living conditions, sometimes resulting in death. The sharp crack from the failing levees creates a tsunami of fear, crashing over the citizens and washing away the very foundations of what we know as the city of New Orleans. Along with the houses, all traces of hope and happiness washed away with the contaminated waters. Leaving nothing behind but damage, destruction and depression. Homes and stores were looted and people lost their lives. The air was thick with the stench of horror, so pungent it was almost tangible. Thank goodness for FEMA!
Looking at this picture I can practically hear the strangled cries of the stranded New Orleanians, as the ravaging hurricane ripped through the bowl-shaped city. My eyes prick with the thought of the many innocent people reduced to such low living conditions, sometimes resulting in death. The sharp crack from the failing levees creates a tsunami of fear, crashing over the citizens and washing away the very foundations of what we know as the city of New Orleans. Along with the houses, all traces of hope and happiness washed away with the contaminated waters. Leaving nothing behind but damage, destruction and depression. Homes and stores were looted and people lost their lives. The air was thick with the stench of horror, so pungent it was almost tangible. Thank goodness for FEMA!
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