Centuries

They just sat back laughing at the wounded city, each breath sucking in ashes and fumes. Oh, it bled alright; drier than Moore County. All expatriate flames hurrying to found new nations of blinding dust. But the two of them, they just squinted at that pipe-cleaner skyline, and it burned hotter in their oil slick pupils. One elbowed the other and said, “I’ve seen better.” Knowing that they were paid to remember the past - he blew out a hot breath and said, “Burn it all.”

for NaNoWriMo 2014
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