And so she strolled quietly the cracked brick road. With the memories of the lost souls that once walked here floating around her. A tear slowly slipped her cheek. It was not cold but, considering the lace shawl and night gown she was wearing, it seemed freezing. Slowly she walked entrancently into what had once been the town’s square. She looked at the town and all it’s memories. The only thing that was still intact was a bench on which she sat and slowly gazed at the world around her. She was home again.
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Wow. I like how simple and yet how powerful it is. I’m thinking… a bomb or a war. Or both? I like it.
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very very interesting, a great command of words and description
I could really picture the scene and her character.
Great description…wonderful. I had chills.