A bottle burst in the street and they both sprung up
fast. Her eyes screamed terror as
he leapt from bed with a wooden bat in hand. There was hesitation to even look, but he slowly made a
space in the shut blinds.
“There’s nothing,” he said with moonlight sneaking in and
hitting his face.
She could see he had not been sleeping either. The stories people told on the ham
radio of what was happening in other cities had them mad with thought. Eventually, the tanks would arrive, and
more than bottles would break.
1 comment:
Ugh..just like Sue used to do in her stories-left us hanging. I want more!
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