This is a work of fiction based on a true fact [Link to Wikipedia article]. All references to persons or places living or dead are purely co-incidental and unintentional.
There was no one in the rest stop, but the parking lot was full.
It was a Thursday just like any other. People were going about their daily tasks as they did on any other normal day. Just a few hours ago, things were going on as usual at Ajidokoroumeshima, the small restaurant. Akihito San, the owner of the restaurant was doing his normal rounds of the table, inquiring his regulars as to whether orders had been delivered correctly, and whether the food was of normal standards.
It started with the drone of a large aircraft approaching. The patrons assumed that the plane was headed towards the Imperial Army base a little more to the east of the island. What they didn’t know was that this aircraft carried “Fat Man” and was headed straight towards them.
They didn’t quite realize what hit them. At first they were blinded by the flash of light, and then in a matter of seconds, the searing heat hit them. Their hair, skin, flesh and bones were melted to pulp. The ones in the epicenter had no clue, and what saved them the horrors was that it was all over for them in a matter of a few seconds.
It was the first time in the history of mankind that one weapon, one bomb had caused so much devastation and havoc. Never again did mankind use that weapon again.
6 hrs after the blast, there was no one in the rest stop, but the parking lot near the restaurant at Nagasaki was full. It was full of cars, with no drivers to drive them.
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This post is written as a part of the Write Now prompt for August 13, 2013.