An extremely short story


1. Is this the end for us???

The wet gress soaks my only garments as I sit with my child waiting for the darkening sky to errupt with rain. Our lives ruined. In the silence we hear our home crumble to a pile of bricks and dust. Tears settle in the corner of my mouth. I lick them away. They taste salty and sad. The smell of dust tingles my senses as the changing wind blows it our way. Is this the end for us???

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