Fallen Wall

Her hands shook. Otherwise, she felt numb. Shouldn’t she be feeling something? Her life had almost ended. The image of the falling wall was still burnt into her brain. The dust still surrounded her, flooding her nostrils with the grim flavor of stone. Yet all she did was stand. And stare.

Somehow, all of the wreckage of the fallen building had avoided her. Literally, it seemed. A perfect circle of clean ground lay at her feet. All around it was stone and glass and wood and…

A hand protruded from the debris. Someone else had not been so lucky. A thousand pounds of stone lay between her and any hope of helping. Should she call someone? What should she do?

All she could do was stare.