Aftermath (100 Words)
Faith thought about adding the word “less” to her name.
She had no idea who started the war. It didn’t matter. Nothing remained; just wreckage and ashes.
Days since she saw another living human, she shaded her eyes from the dust clouds.
What kind of God would allow this to happen? The same sadistic, bastard who let her survive.
Giggling.
Faith frowned. Entering an overturned subway, she pushed a corpse with her boot and found a baby.
“Hey, how will I know your name baby girl?”
Someone had pinned a folded note to the baby’s blouse.
She read it.
“Hope.”
Photo taken from Pinterest.
The Lonely Author 
I love it!!!
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Thank you. Appreciate that.
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OMG! You’re welcome. I more than appreciate your reply too!
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Deep!! 💗
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That’s one of the better micro fictions i’ve read in a long time! and they’re usually not in this genre which I like. 🙂
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Thank you for saying that. I appreciate it.
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Leuk om te lezen
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Thank you
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
THIS POET IS WELL TRAINED IN HIS CRAFT! MAYBE WRITE MORE LIKE THIS, HUH? 😀
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Thank you so much John. Appreciate it
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ORT-ORT-! 😀
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