Somehow the rosebush survived the ruthless bombings. Naomi survived too. The problem is in the hands of talking heads of state and soulless drones. Dismembered bodies were as common as the ashy clouds in the sky. Naomi spotted a red rose growing from the rubble, reaching for light. The thorn entered her finger like a hammer, drawing blood. She licked her finger and took refuge in healing herself. She found the solution amid the wreckages of Aleppo.
Megan Hilton Saraiva, LisboaChallenge nº 110 – 8 imposed words