The thick, acrid smell of smoke filled her lungs. Raindrops fell upon her heatstruck skin. Her pale, rag-covered chest rose and fell under the dying black plumes that rose high into the sky, their dark tendrils reaching to touch the stone-brick crown of the world, yet falling short.
She raises her marblesque hand and wipes it along her brow, smudging moist dirt along it. She looks into the blackened sky and wonders how she had ended up beneath the broken floor boards of her cabin that had turned to cinders around her. [[link test->Untitled Passage]]Double-click this passage to edit it.