I love this picture that Lillie has put on her blog for this week’s Five Sentence Fiction.
As planned, utter devastation. The smell of rotting flesh filled my lungs as I carefully picked my way through the rubble. There would be survivors, there always were, God trying his best to fight back. My men would deal with them swiftly, nobody was about to live to tell the tale. Then it would be time to move on, further orders, more burning, more cleansing.