Clare Watson

Injustice

Shari gazed blankly as the first rays of sunlight sliced through darkness, lighting a glow like embers in her deep brown eyes. She rested casually in a crevice where a 100-year-old cedar tree and the skeleton of a rusting tower had met. The tree was winning, slowly and contemplatively swallowing the metal structure whole. From her vantage point high in the air she scanned the patterns of chaotic scars Trethlem had dug through the crumbling city sprawled out before her. Today was the day.