A recent addition to my WIP:
He slowed the car as he turned down a wide street I recognized. It led through a suburban neighborhood on the way to the outlet mall. I remembered hearing that the homes here had suffered severe fires after this area of town was shut off from Lodgepole's water and power supply. It didn't look like the same suburb. Husks of houses with charred frames and exposed plumbing poked up from the blackened earth like rows of broken teeth rotted with decay. A child's plastic tricycle sat in the middle of the street, its melted wheels fused to the asphalt.
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Your words inspire a great visual of the devastation.
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