Abdul’s Multisensory Writing, inspired by ‘Rose Blanche’.

I cycled on my bike given to me by my grandfather through the busy lane. People fidgeted with their luggage containing their prized possessions. Other citizens were carrying their babies in hope of keeping their loved ones safe. The fat mayor was honking at a woman ona cart with a young child inside.

Beside me were tanks and soldiers following some evacuees. The smell of the diesel fumes rushed into my nose. The cows smelt like the aroma of a farm yard. The sound of the cows hooves clanking on the ground echoed into my ear. The smell of fear was all around me. Quite far behind was a man struggling to ride his bike with a luggage. The cold breeze almost dropped me on the floor. I was shivering all over. . I could feel my hands slowly slithering of my bike.

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