Above her, the night sky is covered by gas clouds. She realizes she forgot, and puts it on her face. Way too big for her, the gas mask barely stays on.
Her little knees shake with anticipation. A crowd is heard counting: "10!" She gets up, and runs. On the move, she grabs a coat with her She puts it on Puts on her shoes in a hurry, pushes the door open. Theres no one outside. Only her. The crowd counts, their hopeful faces lag on the screen. The tape continues, in the apartment she left.
Above her, the night sky is covered by gas clouds. She realizes she forgot, and puts it on her face. Way too big for her, the gas mask barely stays on.
Rathin Bhattacharjee
6/12/2018 07:28:58 pm
Tricks of the Trade:
David Erdey
10/12/2018 09:15:23 pm
Rathin; You should post this as a submission. Not as a comment. Comments are closed.
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