La Grippe Descriptive Writing

It was January 1918 in Salamanca, Spain and I looked out in sorrow at what was left of our beautiful city. The streets were empty and posters hung limply on every wall. Broken glass littered the ground and the air was thick and smelled of death. I tried my hardest to justify my reason for being outside. I suppose in the end I am just sick of hiding. I think back to when it the La Grippe had first come. It was about a month after people had started to die that my husband left me and the children. He had left muttering to himself excuses and saying that he had to live life to the full before it was too late. his eyes were sunken in and he tried to hide the blood trickling from his lips. I did not try to stop him. Two months later my children began to show symptoms of La Grippe. So I found the birdman and he took them to a building for the sick saying he would try his best to cure them.

It had been a total of four months since then and I had never left the house without a good reason before. I dressed in my favorite dress and forced myself to walk forward. I hadn't even moved halfway down my street before hearing the voices of children in the alleyway beside me. Orphans I thought and peeked around the corner to see what they were doing. It had …show more content…
The posters were right. I should stay home and quarantine myself. My eyes filled with water and I tripped over an overturned trash can. I stumbled to get up and forced myself into the house. Then I slid into a chair and forced myself to slow my breathing. Then I glanced at the mirror beside me. To my horror, the glass reflected my bloodstained tears and I realized that my tears were blood red. I stood up and moved slowly back to the alley girls. "May I join You?" I whispered. The girls nodded and one of them took my hand as they continued to sing. My throat was hoarse and it was getting hard to breathe so I hummed along and looked up letting my tears run down my