Five Sentence Fiction
By Scott L Vannatter
They are My Ruins, By God
She stepped onto the stone slab marking the center of the ruins and spun wildly, glad to be here, glad to be free.
Fire and sparks flew from her fingertips, stretching deep into the night sky, illuminating clouds and creating large shadows on nearby stone walls.
She motioned and the tons of stone began to move, sliding together into building forms, the shattered pieces reattaching themselves, giving shape and substance to the once-dead city.
After several hours, as dawn began to peek its head over the horizon, the city lay finished, ready for its day of business and service.
She began her quiet wailing, beckoning to all within miles to come join the ranks of this new metropolis brought to life by the unknown daughter of Zeus.