After days of gloom, the sun arose. The tremors from the night before left a trail of destruction, until as far as you could see. The entire village had come down like a pack of cards. None was spared.
Picking up her delicate frame, the little girl walked out of the rubble. Strewn around were damaged walls and doors, broken windows and shards of glass—where once stood their home.
‘Where’s amma and the baby?’—she wondered, haplessly.
Tears trickling down her face, she looked up—‘Is that a voice calling out my name?’
A desperate prayer escaped her lips, as she turned, looking for signs of life.
I’m writing for a word prompt at www.sammiscribles.com that aims to get your creativity flowing this weekend. How you use the prompt is up to you. You write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like. There are no prizes and it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise.