I’m stranded in the dead city. The street is bare; behind me, a dumped car burns in a ring of rubbish, heat licking my back. The sky is red, dust stinging my eyes as I search for a way out.
I turn into a side alley. A feral dog is on a woman; a wet snarl, then stillness. I look up. The sun blazes—and for a heartbeat, a green crescent slips behind the light. I move.
I continue down the road, taking the first corner to my left. To my right, a basketball court. I see a large man standing over another. As I run past, I hear gunshots crack, echoing off wire and concrete. I keep the sun at my shoulder and move.
Around the next corner, I press my back against a cold brick wall as I reach into my jeans pocket. I unfold a note, cryptic letters, the letter T stamped on the bottom-right; I turn it over, “Wait for conjunction”, a sketch of a sun, and a crescent body, beneath that, a map of the city — I run.
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This is my first time doing it actually. So definately a work in progress. I am working on it on the Macbook and then porting it over to here bit by bit as I go. Thanks for reading and taking the time to comment :)
Oh nice..I am impressed. I will love to read it more. Well if its in progress, I think you should also do some kind of art for its promotional purpose. It grabs readers attention. What do you think?