Prompt #28. Sunset
Napoleon and Illya watched the sunset over the ruins of the destroyed Thrush satrap.
“Aren’t the colors beautiful?” Napoleon asked brushing the compounds’ fallout off Illya jacket.
“Another day we have lived to see.”
“The reds, yellows, and oranges of the sky are mixed so perfectly.”
“It reminds me of the explosion I just created.”
Napoleon looked disappointed at Illya, “Nature at its most beautiful, and you’re comparing it to that destruction.”
“You have your idea of beauty. I have mine.”
“Don’t you ever just enjoy a sunset?”
“It is a daily astronomical occurrence nothing more.”