Flash Fiction: 100 Words and 1 Survivor

The bits of once-building blew in the air carrying flames, trailing.  Stunned eyes tracked the sky: ships above, ahead, about, hovering.  Destruction absolute, city leveled with the zip, zoom, bang, crash.  Invaders with their death rays and horrible engines of air and light.  Finders keepers and losers weepers;  she should have wept bright bitter tears of the vanquished.  So many men, women, children dead at the will of shiny bright things. However, in the aftermath she would win.  After all, she knew the facts and had done the reading in dreary, rainy, library days.

 She had a killer head cold.