Pillaging

Porcelain dolls now fractured under army boots, and freezing hands sift through the rubble. Families cower, begging for their lives as they are picked off one by one. Blood was staining the snow. The youngest soldier slit the neck of a cowering old man and smiled at his commander, who nodded approvingly. The man was choking on his blood and his family was screaming in fear behind them. Another soldier was silencing them. The soldier went over to the commander with a shy smile.

"Did I do it correctly?"

He kissed her forehead and smiled back. "You were perfect, darling."