Davies heaved the paving slab from the hole and pulled himself free. Emerging into the damp, heavy air, he stood and surveyed his surroundings. The blackened stumps of the trees lay around him as if in mourning. The sky, ashen and grey, pissing rain onto his face like tears.
As far as the eye could see, flattened buildings and mangled electrical pylons bowed as obeying the nuclear warlords that had destroyed them.
Carried on the wind, Davies was sure he heard the howl of a dog. Wiping the rain from his face, he smiled.
All was right with the world.
Kate Gowers about 5 years ago
You have a dark mind. I like it.