Another drabble for Friday flash! It was inspired by this photo from wiki commons.
Home didn’t look like home anymore.
The soldiers had destroyed the walls. The roofs. Only the odd stone beam still stood. Her father’s work, that. Only they stood.
She paused in front of one, rubbed a finger on the stone. Red dust coated her fingertip. She sucked it clean.
Grit ground on her teeth. The taste of cham also came with it, like clay and mint. It drew war like flowers drew bees.
Cham was her people’s wealth and the seed of their destruction.
One day she would destroy it so thoroughly everyone would believe cham a myth. Like dragons.