A drabble is a short story of exactly 100 words. For me, they are mostly an exercise in writing. This is one I wrote a while ago. Comments and constructive criticism are appreciated.
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Breathe.
Rating: G
Info: gen
Character(s): Cynn
Summary: After the Searing.
She climbs over the rubble, her left arm hanging uselessly by her side. It's broken, she knows, and she doesn't look at the way the snapped bones try to break through her skin. The sky above Surmia is red-hot and wasted, but she's cold, so very cold, and she shivers in the wind. The remains of her home turns to dust beneath her feet as she makes her way to the market.
What used to be the market. There's nothing there. No houses, no stalls – no people, no bodies. No Charr. Surmia's never been this silent.
Cynn breathes out. Alive.