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A Year of Drabbles – 2015 May/Jun

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It takes a long time for pieces of Sokovia to stop falling from the sky. The boulders finish crashing to the ground first, then the rocks. Finally there is just a steady deadened rain of pebbles and dust that seems as if it will continue forever.

Few are there to watch the city give itself this final burial, to see a giant jagged-edged barrow slowly form as the dread rain continues to fill the crater. The city’s people are as absent as the city is: the helicarrier they crowd is no more home to them than this fresh burial mound.