It dazzled her, how the clack of the typewriter had been replaced with the click of the laptop. Amazing how a single letter in a single word could symbolize more than a hundred years of change while still representing the same thing. She paused, filling the fallout shelter with silence, and wondered what would be…
Tag: Flash Fiction
Reflections of the Future
Staring into his reflection in the muddy puddle, he could picture himself as an old man. He could imagine the lines and wrinkles that would mark his face with experience and time. The young man liked the idea that his soft features might become rugged and defined. That age would give him character and a…
Depressions in the Dirt 