Just as suddenly as it had started, the explosions and yells ceased. The bombers had left. Sarah crawled out from under the big, sturdy table and looked around. The house was a mess. Parts of the roof had collapsed, furniture had been knocked over, glass items smashed.
Tiptoeing gingerly with her bare feet, Sarah made her way to the front door and opened it. Outside and all around were piles of rubble, some lit on fire. There was no one in sight.
"Hello?" Sarah called out tentatively. "Is--is anyone here?"
There was no reply.
Tears filled her eyes and leaked out of them. "Hello? Mommy? Daddy?"
There was no sound but the wind rustling through the leaves of fallen trees and blowing strands of hair across her face. She stood alone, all by herself, in the middle of the debris.
There was no one left.
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