Prompt #5: Vault
Rocks and rubble. Countless stones and a layer of dust. Everything looked the same as it had a year ago, and a year before that. An untouched tomb of collapsed stone surrounding things long forgotten by most. A quiet prayer was offered to the mass of crumbled earth, grey eyes tracing each uneven cut and curve of the wall before them. The echoes of the caves died down, bringing a wave of serene silence, offering a brief time for the dead to speak if they were so willing. They were not. With silence maintained, a collection of flowers was placed at the foot of the cave in, to be left to wither and wilt among the dry, dusty remains of so many flowers left before.









