A/N: This is really only a one-minute story since it is a drabble written for @dystopianapocalypse 's Nuclear Apocalypse Drabble Challenge.
A woman sits on the scorched ground surrounded by rubble. Her house was here once. Ash falls on her face and legs and arms, staining her skin. She doesn't hear the screaming around her. The frantic pawing through tumbled bricks and broken beams as her neighbours search for their babies. She doesn't hear the flames pop and crack as they swallow her city.
That woman is me.
I hear a voice. It says, "I love you, baby." I am five years old, in a hospital bed and I cannot move. I hold on to that voice, those words. I wait.
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Five Minute SciFi Stories
Short StoryLove to read but don't always have time to finish a long story? Here's a series of five minute Sci Fi stories to read anywhere and anytime. These are bite sized pieces meant to entertain you but they are based on real science and are also meant to...
