Fifty Words

Sam writes exactly fifty word stories Monday through Friday.

Jun 10

main street

There was a hot blast of breezy yellow light coursing down Main Street as Henry stepped over bodies as gingerly as if they were still alive. The distant sun was certainly a tint of orange he had never before seen. He felt like the last man on earth.

He wasn’t.


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