“Tell me how the world ends,” Ani says. Michael shakes his head. “Some things,” he says, “it’s better not to know.” They sit across from one another, at a table in the back of a dimly-lit bar. His hands are… Continue Reading
As soon as her husband went into the sitting room, Meera slipped out of the back door. Today of all days, he had come back early, complained he was unwell, shouted, slapped her once and finally gone, grumbling, to watch… Continue Reading
Tomorrow they’ll come for us and the world will end. Today I wanted to hear a story from papa. “Will you?” I asked him. I shivered. There was no wind blowing; only a stale chill. I don’t think papa heard… Continue Reading
Behold the rose, glowing scarlet in the daylight of a shattered sky. It sits, perched delicately on the edge of a crumbled pit, in defiance of weather and acrid air. Nothing moves the rose but wind, nearly all other life… Continue Reading
The world would end at 6:09 p.m., but Meg’s final batch of chocolate chip cookies would be done in three minutes. She had kept the dough in the fridge all night, chilling it to perfection, and began to bake before… Continue Reading
“So what do we do now?” she asked after they had been sitting silently in front of the TV for a long time, trying to process what they had just heard. On the screen, the president’s speech kept running in… Continue Reading
John Ramos tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, staring at the line of red taillights ahead. He was stopped on U.S. 219, headed south through McHenry, a long line of traffic before him. John thought he could make out… Continue Reading