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Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!
The Witness
by Paula D. Ashe
She stands at the edge of a pit filled with useless grey bodies, their limbs stiffly twisted like discarded dolls. Soon they will be covered in soil and lye. Soon this place will disappear.
Her eyes are the color of gnarled nickels.
Later, machines split open the sky and ejaculate fire, broiling the color from upturned eyes. A naked girl screams while sheets of her skin melt from her bones like tallow.
The irony is not lost on the woman watching. Her skin has always been ash.
Blood cools in shapeless pools. The reasons are barked out over loudspeakers, echo through alleyways littered with the limbless dead. Inside the stone houses, the innocent hide and shake and pray.
She wears a wreath of fresh roses in her hair to subdue the stench of the dying.
Their screams however, she likes.
Fiction © Copyright Paula D. Ashe
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
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