Salvation Within Death
Haunted emeralds blinked repeatedly in the gentle rain. Breath coming in short, shallow pants as eyes stared at the broken ruins of what was once 'home' to so many. Too late. Salvation had arrived too late. Prayers went unanswered, pleas unheard. Hope shattered, heart hollowed.
This was no nightmare. There was no waking up and no second chances. Thoughts zoomed and flashed by. Never staying on one image long enough to see the whole picture. Glimpses of a life once lived in joy and contentment. Now, he's the only one left.
A.N.: Shortest one yet. But at least it tells you that I'm somewhat back on track. : ) It just popped into my head on day and refused to leave until it was penned.