Intimate Stranger

© Julie Ruffell

As the village burns, people cry out
The small child hears the screams
Of her friends and family
Flame leapt about, mocking her
She looks around in panic
And sees the warlord responsible
"Why?" the child shouts
But the warlord is unhearing
With a loud war cry, the warlord leaves
The child is now alone
No one else survived
Only one thing lives in her mind...
Revenge