Every Friday I write and post a brand-new, never-before-seen prose story of 500 words or less. Here's the first:
ALPHA LOVE OMEGA
The sky rattled with thunder. Sammy's joints ached, the mountains were the color of snot and the clouds looked like coffee stains against a yellow sky. The rain was corrosive, but not enough for concern. He’d run out of oxygen long before it mattered.
He had briefly considered going back to the wreckage to bury the others. But their bodies were shells, their essence was gone and he was damned if he’d spend his last living hours in service to the dead.
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