The Sun

The war started with miniscule acts of violence. Taz and Jen held hands on their balcony. Blasts below trembled their building.

“Bring it down!”

“There.” Taz nudged Jen’s attention to a ray of amber light through the smoke.

Her smile was soft, final. “The sun rose.”

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