I get up and dust the bits of asphalt from my ripped up pants. Five feet behind me is Viv. I pinch my eyes closed as I turn, trying to control my accelerating heartbeat. Five feet behind me and five feet below rock, to be exact. I force my eyes open and stare at the mound of asphalt that I had spent the morning building over my best friend. My best friend’s corpse.
“Viv, I’m sorry.” I whisper, trailing my bandaged hand on the mound as I walk west on the half-bombed highway where I buried my friend.
Two days later, and I feel like I'm about to blow my brains just to stop the pain exploding in every cell of my body. At first I thought it was heat exhaustion. Something is wrong with the atmosphere and the sun has been frying everything it touches. I was feeling woozy, seeing mirages of Ahanu, and getting stiff. That diagnosis was ruled out when the blueish bruises began blooming on my arms and legs.
Comments (10 so far!)
Average reader rating 5.00/5
Intriguing. More to those bombs than initially thought, methinks.
- #105 Posted 4 years ago
- 5 out of 5
Feels suitably desperate and grimy. No doubt a spark of hope will appear from the darkness before long (or maybe you'll confound my expectations and this will turn out to be a really downbeat story).
Not sure about the I was feeling di seeing mirages of Ahanu line - a typo in there, or am I misreading it?
- #109 Posted 4 years ago
Actually, that's a mess up with the site itself. When I go to edit it, it says "I was feeling dizzy, seeing mirages of Ahanu." In the published story it cuts off part of it
- #112 Posted 4 years ago
- #113 Posted 4 years ago
- #114 Posted 4 years ago
It's supposed to say DIZZY
- #115 Posted 4 years ago
Fine I changed it to woozy instead. The site is being mean for now haha
- #117 Posted 4 years ago
Is 'dizzy' a keyword in Perl or something? :-P
- #118 Posted 4 years ago
- 5 out of 5
No idea. Haha perhaps
- #122 Posted 4 years ago
4 years ago . . .
- #3863 Posted 5 months ago
Inspired by (sequel to):
“This place looks like it got puked on, Viv.” I chuckle to myself, putting on my sunglasses so I can…Io: Detritus
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