I was a bad lad yesterday, and posted nothing.
Nicky and Mike over at We Work For Cheese are running a writing challenge throughout February.
I am unrepentant.
Tho I did publish The Other Shoe earlier today.
That’s right; I’m bad.
The city was burning.
Though it was night, the sky was lit from the mouth of hell, and the screams of the dying hung desperately to its edge.
Behind her in the ruin of their lives together, her husband and children were gone, lost to this senseless war.
Ahead, the railway line ushered her into the darkness of an unknown future.
This was the last train out of the city, and she was on it.
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