A/N: Just a short one that came to me during my ICT lesson...
Character: Winry Rockbell
Red Flowers
The skeletal remains of a house, which had long ago succumbed to flames, lay before her silently. Grass had, in the past few months, began to once again grow in the lifeless ground along with, strangely enough, some little red flowers; poking their heads through the bare soil. Charred beams, once used to support the roof, lay strewn across the floor, blackened by flames and time. The walls, once used to protect its inhabitants from the ferocity of nature, had been worn away from years of storms and harsh winds.
It began to rain, not an uncommon occurrence in this part of the country, and the red flowers began to droop. Liquid crystals shattered as they hit the already-damp ground, pounding onto the stark reminder of the past, of their suffering.
This was where it had happened, where they had made the mistake for which they were still paying the price.
Wrapping her arms tightly around herself, she shuddered as a gust of wind chilled her to the bone, and decided that it was time to get back. Tucking limp blonde hair behind her ears, she turned around and made her way along the dirt track, where deep puddles were already beginning to form. Her footsteps splashing on the wet ground, she made her way back home, and to Gran who was waiting for her. She looked over her shoulder only once.
How she hoped they were alright.
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