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From inside the rubble that had once been her home, the small girl looked up into the sky. The sunset had turned the clouds pink and was somehow hauntingly beautiful. Of course, it was quite possible that the colour change was due to the fires of war but she refused to think about that.
The once quiet neighbourhood had finally succumbed to the war that ravaged the country. The bombs had struck ripping both home and family from the young girl that was now staring at the sky.
It seemed strange that she was smiling, but sometimes nature was beautiful.
Written for flash fiction for aspiring writers