Tiny Tuesday – “Mortar”

6 Nov

The nightmare slunk away, and silence enveloped her like a blanket.

Dust hung in the impact’s wake, and as she peeked out the blasted ruin of her front door, the girl saw nothing she could recognize.

Four steps, and she reached the broken road.

How still seemed the world, when before it was only noise. How tragic the quiet, when it should have been a relief. She stood in the rubble and cried, not understanding, too frightened to move. She didn’t notice the approaching squadron.

As he passed, a soldier pressed a charred doll into her hands. She couldn’t see his face.

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