Nwa-san Deslouches

Fragments

December 24th, PW (Post-War) Light crests the silvery peaks of a minor fragment as the new day dawns. The wind carries the foreboding scent of burning sand. The warmth surrounding me almost distracts from war on the horizon. The howls and gunfire seems to shake me even from my fragment half a mile away. The clouds capture the light of the rising sun promising the sweet release of toxic rain for those yet to dissipate. The soft tapping of rain echoes in my mask as my speakers adjust.