It’s easy to imagine this desert is left over from some apocalypse, and the AC blasting across our faces is a shield against the fallout.
Creedence
Tag: flash fiction
Don’t Leave Me
Her own anger had begun to surface. Did he think this was a joke? He turned to face her, and the breath was driven from her lungs when she looked at him.
Something More Beautiful
I was walking in the street when the first bombs fell. The sky became ash and fire. Explosions turned into screams which turned into sirens which became all a maelstrom of noise...
