A Tiny Soul Part 1
The valley was green. A long time ago at least. The splendid wildflowers and healthy grass had turned to silt and ash. Where houses once stood firm, now lay piles of rubble, indistinguishable from the drab soil. The animals had either died or moved as far away as they could. The humans on the other hand, were one with the dust. There was not a breath of life across the country. But within the frame of an old basement, there was movement. Under a splintered desk, a tiny arm was gently sweeping away the loose chipboard. Slowly, as a path cleared, she emerged from the wreckage, whispering to herself.
“Emily…” she uttered, “Emily.”
Her body drooped to the floor as if the gravity was too much for her. Straight black hair flowed onto her shoulders like an artist’s brushstroke, hardly moving as she walked. She struggled to continue forward but her feet instinctively led the way. As she reached the remains of the staircase, the wind picked up. It pushed her