Kathy Williams
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Mercy
She has the left side of her body draped over mine with her head resting on my chest. Her body jerks, which tends to happen when her muscles start to relax in preparation for sleep. It is startling, but terribly adorable. I hold my breath briefly to make sure I’m not the reason she might be waking up, but she returns to relative stillness and I exhale. I stretch my neck forward, like an awkward turtle, to reach the top of her head with my lips. I kiss her gently and inhale deeply.
By Kathy Williams4 years ago in Filthy
Renewed Purpose
Theo was trying to make his way back to the bunker before the sun started to set. The air gets thick at night and the filter in his mask should have been replaced months ago. It was late spring. Most scavengers had picked this area clean to pad their summer stores. It was almost impossible to go outside once the temperatures got over 150 degrees and that was going to start by the end of next month. Theo was confident he would be able to wait out the worst of the four to five months by himself in the bunker without much sacrifice of comfort, but there was always room for that little extra insurance of more.
By Kathy Williams5 years ago in Fiction
