The Town By Scavenger Field

A ray of light falls across the torn land, the first sliver of hope in days of grim war. Smoke clears away as if sifted clean of ash by a magic sieve. A bird swoops across the sky, careful to avoid the scavengers gnawing at the discarded bodies of enemy men still on the field.

A tiny town sits on the edge of the wheat field now serving as a scavenger ground. The sounds of celebration rise like music to the sky.

Note: This literary piece is exactly 82 words, not including Notes and the below attributions.

Written for Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #84 

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