After ten days of hot weather, she was now sitting there shivering.
From one day to the next the temperature dropped and of course, she hadn't counted on it. How can one be prepared when living on the streets? No coat, no blanket, no fire, no family or friends who would take her in and care for her.
Chicken soup, a hot cup of tea would be welcome but both no longer exist. Not in the world, she lived in.
Broken society, broken buildings, broken people was all that was left.
Not one single animal, not even an insect or plant was left to eat or heal the sick.
Ten days of hot weather had done the trick. The water smelled terrible, the streets and those few left did.
She curled up in the corner of a bombed building that once had been the workshop of a blacksmith.
Aschenputtel, she thought Cinderella she knew how to make a fire and survive in the dirt. A last shiver as she closed her eyes.
A dehydrated, empty body like hers had nothing to let go of as she died her last thought was of sweet waffles. The waffles once sold on the market not even that long ago.
Prompt: @mariannewest
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