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Zoom out: crooked trees with leaves like wax, grasses little more than wires clinging to the ground.
Zoom out: a rash of tin roofs overtaken by sand, only dust moving now in empty veins.
Zoom out: an iron-hard land, baked and cracked by a pitiless sun. A network of brutal sepia shadows.
Zoom out: forgotten satellites spinning where clouds once hung, gazing silent and eternal upon the legacy of promises broken.
Zoom out: a perfect globe, precious and fragile. The only one of its kind.
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This is a 100-word flash fiction story, prompted by the picture you can see up there, as part of Friday Fictioneers.
Click here if you'd like to take part, and click here to read other pieces.