The World

"What would you do if you ruled the world, before this a happened?" Before the economy collapsed, before the wars ravaged the lands during the night, before the bunkers filled with terror and screams that tasted like burnt plastic and pencil lead, weighing down his tongue and making his head swim.

There, he met Sarah, whose cries tasted like mildew, whose laugh reminded him of banana taffy.

[Cover art does not belong to me]