Things Left Unsaid

Smog filled the Japanese sky, Haruto Satou eyes still burned from the munitions factory. As he rode his bike home he saw a pillar of dust above his city block. He got off his bike to see his home was in pieces. A gaping hole was in the roof, debris was on the grown, he looked around, his house was the only one touched, he peered inside the common room he saw a warhead. Just like the ones he makes in the factories, but much larger. The Dust caused his eyes to water, he could barely make out the English words written on the sides... "Little Boy"...


Please continue the narrative for me.
 
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