by Chris Capps
Detende doesn't know he's approaching. No one does. Not even the scouts staring through improvised scopes.
“Detende,” I say to myself, knowing she will never hear me, “I believe the brute's death is the least of your worries at the moment.”
There is more in the distance, approaching. A blight storm. Projected chance of survival, negligible.
Blight: (n) Regional neologism used to describe fallout particles.
I update tomorrow's forecast accordingly, and then prepare to shut down for the next six years after it's all done. If it rolls through here, which it definitely will, I will be alone in silence for a while. Perhaps eternity.
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I love that kind of thing. And there’s a lot happening behind the scenes in this world - as you can probably guess.
I’d like to dedicate this story to my brothers Mike and Arthur who I grew up throwing axes with, climbing trees, and laying waste to the world around us. Whether we were reenacting scenes from Aliens in the chitinous shell of our imaginations or screaming “It’s not fair” in Burgess Meredith’s voice as we hurled one another off roofs onto piles of leaves, I knew nothing was safe when I was with them - except the three of us.
Also if you enjoyed this story I could use your feedback. I don’t play the indie author card that much, but I am kind of running this operation without an industry behind me. Some honest feedback and a rating would go a long way toward helping me if you enjoyed this story. You the reader are what makes something like this worth doing and I’d like to know what you thought. I want to make the kind of stories I want to read. You have my sincere gratitude for having similar taste if you like it. Especially if you’re the kind of nerd that gets any of my arcane historical or technical references. Let me know what moved or intrigued you, and I’ll hold that in my mind when I write more of these. Thank you.