PANDEMIC TALES FROM THE FAR SIDE OF DYSTOPIA
Zig zags of yellow lines swept by, a fiery inferno of grey pavement with cracks running through endless roads of hell.
The afternoon sun dips behind Rocky Mountain canyons until deep shadows swallow the silver bullet.
Amidst the growing schism between tent cities and investors at a political rally, news of the black fungus spreads.
Tabitha shook, her whole body convulsing. This was not the kind of pain a glass of water and some yoga would fix.
Zombie ants dance till a fiddlehead fern sprouts from their brain goop and unfurls itself like an alien tentacle.
Eddie felt his phantom throbbing ghost limb fueling a desire that brought tears with each breath.
Wide roads of unintended consequences lead deep into the firestorm of pandemic absurdities.
Cheap motels found in desolate storms on the flat wastelands of the Midwest promise addiction and death.
“Goin’ on a green light, daddy-o!” Hank’s sister, Sam, says from the Monkey’s Den in Storyville, New Orleans …
Pulse throbbing like a fresh cut vein, flying down HWY 69 in an Olds with a trunk big enough for a body. Wanna ride?
A cold wind twisted the night into a howl. Shadows in the flames flickered and spewed forth a strange figure.
“Sorry, wilderness girl, going to have to rough it.” Prickles gnawed her gut like a larvae of giant flies hatching.