On Burning Ground

My younger brother used to pull the tails off lizards when he was little. 

Those bloody ends would twitch and dance in his little fingers, unaware they had nothing left to cling to.

We were like that now.

The world had died, and there was no one left to hold on to.

Mia pressed her face into my side.

Well, almost no one.

She was too little for this. Too small to grow up in ash and death.

If she ever grows up…

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