She stood up, shaking off the stiffness in her limbs. She’s been waiting for quite a while in that attitude.
On the elevated rocks around her, nobody is left. The wind carried them all away leaving nothing but dust and silence in its wake.
Opening her arms to the wind, she stood, in a supplicating manner, waiting for her turn.
Her feet hurt. her eyes stung. her arms burned.
But she wouldn’t budge.
Take me, too! why did you take everyone but me!
After what felt like a million years, a strong gust of wind finally lifted her off her feet, and into the storm.
For she’d rather brave a hundred storms than be the only constant for the rest of her life.
Bring it, storm!
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