“Mother, why is the sky brown?” he asked. “Because it’s reflecting off the ocean, honey,” she sighed. “Now, eat your fries.”
Cafe. Her outstretched filthy hand. Half my sandwich gone. I’d be hungry this afternoon but her child was fed. A cool breeze. Winter comes.
Tim parked the van next to the federal building. He stared at the glass doors in disgust. He exited the van, slamming the door with a BANG!
The animals won the war, abolished capitalism, and replaced it with the law of the jungle. I was surprised at how little difference it made.
The orange sign says don’t go in, but momma knows better. We make our beds and wake to a cop in the morning. Momma cries and we leave again.
He set the time portal for 12 minutes ahead and stepped through. Stumbling out a moment later, he gasped, “There’s nothing up there!”