Alexandra Leigh

She Was Once

The click of the clasp may as well have been a rifle blast. There was nothing but smoke and ashes, tired rubble, shafted sunlight through the billowing columns - and silence. He stood at the edge of what may have once been a city. For some reason, he sensed he had once known its inhabitants - one inhabitant in particular, of whom he could almost picture delicate features, a mess of auburn hair…