She came back to Europe to watch the war. Watch the fireworks as cities were crushed and people bled out in the street. She wanted to see mankind slaughter itself, listen to the tortured souls scream in agony as they lost everyone and everything.
It reminded her of him. Whom she didn’t love. Far from it. She hated him. With a vengeance.
She stood on her balcony and watched him burn.
It felt good to be home.
This post is part of Nicky and Mike’s 30 Minus 2 Days of Writing challenge. Today’s prompt is Home at last. Go check out We Work For Cheese for a list of the other participants. *