Christopher Carrolli

The Last Remnant

Through a window she gazed out at the devastation. A reality worse than death loomed larger than life outside cracked and, in some cases, shattered windows throughout the house. Trees had toppled. Power lines were fallen and sporadically sparking in final fights against failure. Dust hung thickly in the air, turning the day into night for what might turn into forever. Smoke billowed into clouds that formed overhead and in the distance. She saw no birds, no bees and heard only the various sounds of sirens streak futility through the city. The sounds seemed to amplify through the remaining broken windows and foundation breaks the great shaking had caused. She heard strange booming alarms she’d never heard before in her young life. And this was only her view of the ravaged world, seen through this window whose crack remained too slight to allow the tainted air to invade.