Photo credit: Emily Morter
Her anger quenched both flesh and flame, lightning fingers poking in through every window and crack, until all was dark and dead and done.
One man’s vain folly, dooming the whole city alongside, until naught remained but skeletal towers silhouetted against the dusk.
Nobody left to witness the pink sky, screaming in the afterglow.
Written for this week’s Three Line Tales challenge. Thank you Sonya for hosting, and for choosing such an interesting image. Now that I’ve finished mine, I’m looking forward to seeing how other people interpret this photo, as it so obviously screamed “powerful magic” to me.