I was going shopping that morning for my mother and suddenly there was a blinding flash and a roaring, rushing sound.
I was thrown into the air. There was noise all around me, a deafening terrible noise that beat against my eardrums and, when I fell too the ground, I curled myself up into a ball to protect myself…
When the noise had faded I picked myself up and I was coated with brick dust, with slivers of glass in my hair. Then I walked towards Woolworth’s. Things were still falling out of the sky, there were bricks, masonry, and bits of people…
Outside the pub there was a bus and it had been concertinaed, with rows of people sitting inside, all covered in dust and dead.
I looked towards where Woolworth’s had been and there was nothing. There was just an enormous gap covered by a cloud of dust… No building, just piles of rubble and bricks, and from underneath it all I could hear people screaming.
