A Short Story About Nuclear War

“Mommy, look! A falling star!”, the child yelled, and pointed. There was a burning line in the sky, splitting into a claw-shape.
The mother enfolded her child in her arms, hugging her tightly to her breast, “Oh, sweetie. Close your eyes and make a wish.” She turned her back on the falling suns and breathed deeply of the warm smell of the child’s hair.

Spring Peepers

When I walked out of the shop last night there were some spring peepers hiding in the grass right next to my truck, doing a techno fade-in dubstep version of their mating song. The audio recording capability of an iPhone is impressive, too!

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