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100WC- The Earthquake

It had been 3 hours since the earthquake and the trees where singing as though nothing had happened.

“Well,” said Shanti dreamily ” I’m going back to sleep.”

“Okay” Billy responded as he watched her fall asleep. He slowly walked towards the wrecked house and very gently kneeled down. He picked up a portrait of his parents. The waves came in and a single teardrop layed on the top of the frame that glowed in the light of the moon. He turned back to Shanti and smiled as she toppled out of her basket. He walked up towards her and layed his head on the soft sand, waiting for a thought, a sound, a shout, waiting for anything…