As it Crumbles
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1 min readJun 25, 2018
Microfiction
The bombs have fallen. The fighting has moved on down the road. The silence in the streets is complete.
No, not complete. The sound of a crash as another part, of another building, breaks free and tumbles to the ground.
Sarah stands at the open hole that once held a window, looking down upon the ruined city. A tear rolls down her cheek.
Her sadness, if seen, might be mistaken for the loss of life, the loss of a once-beautiful city. It might be misinterpreted that way if anyone was around to see it.
It’s not for either of those reasons.
The tear is for herself.
Sarah is trapped, and she can feel the building lean.
She can feel the vibrations, as it starts to crumble.
