Stepping on the Cracks

Emily did the thing-that-cannot-be-named yesterday and she knows what you’re thinking, but it’s not that. It’s so much worse. She screwed up so bad. She looks into Michael’s eyes and sees his future. “You’re dead.” Fifteen seconds. He smiles, not sensing the horror that’s almost on them. Ten. Five. Doomed. The first fireball blinds and deafens her. She drops to her knees. History is ending because Emily Morgan walked a block and didn’t, didn’t…her lips can’t name it. No one will see the second fireball turn us all to ash. Oh God, I’m so sorry.

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Title by: Caroline
Story by: Bill Henderson

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