Photo by Ryunosuke Kikuno on Unsplash
It’s eye twinkle time
Preordained apocalypse
Ashes for the wind
About the Creator
Keep reading
More stories from George Zelinski and writers in Poets and other communities.
Sometimes It's Like That and That'sThe Way It Is
It was the late 1960s, and ten-year-old Gloria Coleman was standing with her grandmother on the side of the highway waiting for the bus. As the Greyhound pulled up, it seemed monstrous and intimidating. Grandma Elizabeth grabbed Gloria's hand, holding it tightly as they boarded.
By Cheryl E Preston5 days ago in Fiction
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.