This humorous horror story is a take-off on the creature features of the 1950s, filled with gigantic insects that were the product of atomic testing. The idea brewed in my brain during years of commuting past a landfill that was turned into an exclusive neighborhood. Who knows what really lives in the shadows.
"I love you." Three words, one journey of a lifetime. 5 a.m. Coughing up blood. Hospital room. "We can survive this!" And then everything, somehow, manages to 🆂 🅷 🅰 🆃 🆃 🅴 🆁.
Remind me not to fall in love again.
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~short story~