Rust

The drizzled rust browned skies with the taste of iron; tetanus spread when fingers poked eyes and lips in the name of love. Stranger clouds stormed the dirty air with coughs of hydrogen. The stuttering bodies stopped as fragments caused their limbs to stick in place. Those stuck become statues for the wandering dead to guide their way.

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1 comment so far

  1. Michelle Johnson on

    An excellent vision you’ve shared here. I love your flash fiction Noah. Keep up the good work. Have a great day.


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