~War Remains~ Bone, blood, flesh and everything gory splattered around as in the slaughter house of a messy butcher. She slowly peeped out of the burrow, built by her father beneath their basement. It served the purpose well., well evident from the fact that she is still alive after all. She walked slowly., holding on to her doll, which was devoid of any clothes just like her, in the streets of a city painted in red and ashes by the atomic air strike. She slowly caressed her cheeks and neck. No blood. No pain. Scars remained., as she slowly passed away! 75/366 #2020sivaquotes #366days366quotes #100wordstories #yqbaba #warremains
