It closes your eyes
Globe Soup 7 DAY STORY WRITING CHALLENGE #8 Best in Genre: Disaster Fiction A loud crunch pierced the air, scared off the birds they couldn’t see; their wings slashed the dense murk with a whoosh , and Nina felt a cold leaf graze her right cheek. ‘It’s not so far away. I can smell the earth and …’Martha paused. ‘They’re burning resin… Are they crazy?’ They probably burn all they can find. Nina looked up at the sky again – nothing. The stars became distant, less defined with each hour, until they vanished altogether. She looked down; she wished she had memorised her palms when she had the chance. Against her cheek, the back of her hand felt dry and cool, but the palm was still holding some warmth in the middle, it was still quite soft. ‘Fuck,’ Martha tripped again. The ones who were left, saved every last speckle of electricity. So, the siste...
